The straps
slide down
your shoulders
the lace slips off
your cheeks
your hands
lightly caress
your caramel skin
The shades
and curves
like the landscape
of a sonnet
my eyes
my mind
soak you in
your perfections
write poems
about your flaws
your hair blows
with the slight breeze
sight
sound
communion
your temple
rise and fall
fading
tan
to a darker brown
round
sensitive
voice
eyes
lips
finger tips
you are really good with describing moments like this - not overdone - not vulgar - just perfect!
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