Enticing body lines invite my fingers to trace every groove.
The soft, sliding walk across the skin with dull nails.
It’s as if your chest is a mountain range,
every dip and rise in your frame is another turn, another hill.
Admirably, I go for another loop continuing through the mountains.
The milky way blankets the sky and everything beneath it drifts to sleep.
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