Perceived her body as a keyboard
When touched well
Her far fecthed breaths caressing my face
She would let go of pleasures in groans
And moan spoken erotic poetry

Beauty in all its diverse existence
She posses every distinction of it
My fingertips has grown taste buds
Her beauty is divine with eyes like rose buds

I am not a pencil artist
But still made portraits with adjectives
And caressed every letter with her scent
My fingertips broke her nudity to the pen

My fingertips listen
To aggression in kisses and pulled sheets
We are never afar, our stories always linger
Where we bagan dangle on this tips

Always ready to be told

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