Amour Books Poetry: Hands on My Thighs
By K. Danielle In the middle of the nightCreeping their way upI feel themSubtlyAwakened, I recognize the touchHis hands have foundA resting placeAnd any insecurityIs soon replacedMy beauty is appreciatedCelebratedNever hatedNever fadedNever envious of the featureson the covers of magazinesIt does not matterHow my hair is styledOr what I wearWhen his hands are on my…