When I Touch A Red Brick

Written as an ode to red bricks, which are one of my favorite textures and sights out there.

Original Photograph of the author.

When I run my brown fingers

across the rough and gritty surface

of a red brick,

something inside of me ignites

like a fire

covered in sensuality.

There is something

about the way

it feels and looks

that comes together to create

an undeniable feeling.

Who knew a simple red brick

could be so intoxicating?

XO,

Laveet

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