playing with myself again
the lazy game of watching
curves and shapes
forms and shades
the magic of a body
of making image out of flesh
a cover spreading wide
playing playing playing
where my fingers know each curve and shape
my eyes still get amazed
i know a guy who loves my thigh
another dreams of boobs
each piece is valued for its joy
i love how they're combined
how i can reach a creamy part
by following a line
then fall down in a pit of warmth
a slope of rough
to pass upon
tracing a hard followed by soft
all ending in a bend
i wish it was an easy game
to also play together
to, without fear of getting stuck
or stung or burned or branded
play the game of feeling all
where my curves and body ends
yours will follow
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