Oceans.
Cheeks, fleeting
Feathery clouds.
Nose a distant mountain.
Lips, abode of
Flooding desires.
Arms are such
A comfort.
A refuge in
Your bosom is a
Craving hard to pass.
Your back is point
Where my longing,
Turns restless.
Your navel is
The reason I fight
My demons.
Trails on your skin
Take me places..
Such a feast for
My hands.
The stardust is
Less appealing.
And the sky
Is a bore tonight.
The revelations
Realized in the
Wrap of your thighs.
Have made my
World insignificant
And the cosmos
Smaller tonight.
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