Chrome
by clippedtrust
· 12/01/2026
Published 12/01/2026 13:36
The velvet rope, a line.
My small hand slipped, a quick design.
Cool metal met my fingertip,
a stolen touch, a silent trip.
No one saw, no voice cried out.
Just quick withdrawal, and sudden doubt.
My cheeks burned, a secret held.
A quiet thrill, a world rebelled.