so cliché to look at
chestnut hair a contrast to your fair skin
soft, sweet voice dancing in the bright light
eyes open, gently resting on my visage
silk lips like a blood soaked ribbon
slightly tipped up at either side
hands as smooth and warm as an infant
nails round and white like a mirror
fogged up by steamy whispers
your kisses too sweet to be innocent
yet…
too innocent to be corrupt.

 
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