Nothing binds like the curvature of legs intertwined

While the early summer breeze cleanses our skin

Every latitude and longitude on the map of you

Is a place of interest, a natural wonder, beckoning exploration

Cloud soft skin, gently strong hands,

A thousand bursts of sensation with every breath

Your head on my chest is like home

And the rolling wave of your back is my ocean shore.

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About bgm1969

This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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