Reading un-trashy literture, on history, biographies, medical journals and periodicals, writing poetry, lyrics, producing music, spending time with my family, quiet meditation, listening to goespel and classical music.
What used to be steel with a ball of agony
Nine months of undeliberated touch
Don't touch
A slow whisper
Hidden kisses
Delicate to touch
Oh don't touch
A steel ball on a ring
Between silken skin
Anatomically divided by a woman's mystery
Never knowing after many babies
It would leave a scar
Much cuter than stretch marks
One touch
virginity
enwrapped in a ball and a steel ring.