Title: The Moment
Posted On: 2015-01-20 18:50:49 UTC

How do I touch a woman without it being sexual How can I explore her body, not for ecstatic responses Just to examine what's actually there It's a yearn to be a vice omniscient about someone I love Tracing the art God crafted Tasting the fruit God planted, not for her or my pleasure, but to get a precise taste of who she is To say, your skin and love folds taste exactly like a certain list of ingredients The tightness or loosened curls of your hair The curvaceous shape of your nose Where your eyes meet on the color wheel or if I have to make one for you to meet The love for your flaws as they become your identification for me For the sake of notes in my poem With a journal beside your hips with me I take notes on everything I learn about you From the tone of your voice, to how subtle your toes move You may be naked in front of my eyes But your soul is prevalent throughout these lines of observation

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