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My body will curve to fit
Against yours, Filling your hollow frame, Blending into the perfect shape, Too molded to resist. In love— Free-falling into your eyes, Losing my step across your skin; Endless miles. The waves of your hair Rolling in to take me away, But I’m not swimming against your current. In my mind— Your mouth swells Preparing to devour me whole, Your fingertips prowl Leaving traces, Warm reflections. On my back, A cushion of grass beneath me. You fill the wind that weaves Its way through my being. You lie next to me, I am at peace.
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