Perfection

Perfection

the tingle
of sweat downpouring
pass eyebrows slanted
down 
wiped with hands rough
callous from a labored load
I stand alone
waiting for the caress
that I could only dream
about since I was 13 years old
firm with the smell of Old Spice
I’m open to anything now

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