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Anatomy

What's the use of my hand,

if your skin is not under its touch?

What good is my skin,

if yours is not under its heat?

 

What's the use of my lips,

if yours are not locked with it?

What's the use of my eyes,

if yours are not looking at them?

 

What's the use of my body heat,

if it's not overlapping with yours?

What good is my body,

if yours is not over it every hour?

 

What's the use of your body,

if mine is not on top of it?

If it's not me you're sharing the heat with?

If I am not carressing it?

If I am not the one beside it?

What good is it,

if you never really knew what good is?

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Written by
ang_lakambini
Published
Jan 22, 2024
Lines·Words
19·127
Notes

You would never know what good is

until I show you and give it.

Let's study anatomy. All night long.

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#erotica#freeverse
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