Analysis of Your Body Of Verses

Your Body Of Verses

If I look at your body,
My eyes would paint words,
In the shape of
Your curves,
And the softness of your skin
Will be just beneath my fingers,
Because my hands
Will probably get hot
From all the affection I will feel.

Your breast, so voluptuous
Baking bread could not rise any higher
Your face reminds me of the smile
From heaven as if a little child
Were to give me back my innocence
And the double universe of your eyes
Invites me inside you
To marvel your secrets
And cherish you immensely without end.

I think with your arms and your thighs
You can wrap the meaning of love
All around me and surround me
In all of your charms
Let me feel the magic
Residing in your secret place
Take my breath away
And recompose it as music
So I may write my verses all over you.

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