If i could paint your body
with my words
You would never believe
you were unattractive.
If i could show you the lines
of shivering touch
where your lips and mine met
The trails your mouth left
on my skin
and mine on yours,
the way my abdomen still clenches
at the thought of your
hands buried in my hair
and how soft your skin,
if my hands drew my care
on your chest and arms and ass
If your touch traced
lines of light across my body
and that feather-soft brush
across my cheek and forehead
how can i then claim
i'm not beautiful?
If we could draw the lines of loving
on those we've touched
Would anyone ever think
they were unattractive?
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