Droplets of red descend from above
One, two, three…
Numbers collide and sense ride
Each one is followed by one more
A river of heat flows onto flesh
Cascading down
Flooding over
Encasing all its moulded grasp
A perfect recreation
Of tender flesh it fell upon
Burning its form into place
Setting a new layer of you
From inside and out
Everything is seen
Exposed by this mask
Capturing it in its buttery glaze
Mollyxxx
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