curves lines and hue
texture of skin
the feel of muscle, bone, sinew
my head resting on your chest
I feel your voice travel
from my core to my limbs
feel your energy move through my body
until it leaves mingled with my own
I smile as I imagine the imprint our love will leave
against the earths atmosphere
body lain dormant
waiting for you
I open my eyes waking
to the essence of you
sun salt and sea
waiting to be known by me
you coax gently
peeling me open
like a late blooming rose
closed against the harshness of the wild
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