Her navel

we spoke of piercings,
and she suddenly hoisted
her ivory blouse to show
me the sapphire stud in her navel

she was emotionally detached
from her puffy tits,
although they protruded
like buoys from her neckline

Published by Cassandra

Writer and visual artist. Avid reader, cuddle bunny. Sweetie, I'd love to. View more posts

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