Kinkiness

 

I wondered as she

Backpedalled away

From her wild side,

If there wasn’t a touch

Of kinkiness in everyone,

Isn’t it the sum total

Of the kinky parts

That makes the whole

So intriguing,

Isn’t that the

Beauty of love,

Being able to accept

What some might

Call warts and wrinkles,

To sense through

To the core,

To the soul

That matters.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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