Caleb | Teen Ink

Caleb

April 28, 2014
By Anonymous

His body was a perfect fit
Like it was molded for me.
I commented how he faintly smelled
Of Play-Dough, which would make
Sense because God made him from clay
Just for me.
He shaped and kneaded and carved him
And after he came out of the kiln
His skin was warm as my lips
Brushed against his flesh.


The author's comments:
What inspired me to write this piece was my second date with my boyfriend (to-be at the time). He made me feel so smitten that I immediately had to write about it!

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