The curve of your smile
Makes me mirror your lips
With that soft reckless grin
You’ve got me wanting your kiss
The curve of your arm
Cradles that of my waist
As we arch our bodies
In such a sweet embrace
The curve of your hand
Tugs at the curls in my hair
Your fingertips trace circles
On my skin, waiting and bare
The curve of your hips
Fits the contours of mine
Slip into my dreams
So we can intertwine
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Duck! It's a low-flying tangka! <-- Poetry Galore
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