Imagine This:
Open window, smell of the sea
Your arm around my stomach, pulling closer to me.
The white sheets tangled at our feet,
The perfect harmony of our heart beats.

Your pointer finger drawing a line-
First my neck, then my shoulder, tracing my spine
The hills of my ribcage, the curve of my waist,
Settling on the place you have so often chased.

You got it, it's yours, are you happy?
I really hope so.
I gave it, it's yours, am I happy?
I really don't know.

There is nothing better than setting skies,
Or the way you smile with your tired eyes.
When our fingers hug and our knuckles kiss
When you trace my skin, moments like this are something I'll miss.
Don't forget me once you are gone,
Know I'll be thinking of you at dusk and at dawn.

and i guess i'm just asking,
if all the things you said to yourself, appeared on your body,
would you still be beautiful?