Sex With Words
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1 min readJul 3, 2017
Your hair falls, and leads; downwards; like a perfectly placed title.
Your face rounds up the entire story of your soul, like an elegant synopsis.
Your breasts punctuate the air, as if the world itself were besides the point.
The flesh on your legs run along like never-ending sentences; that never stop telling me things.Your hips bend and pause, like the most effectively placed comma’s.
Your belly rhymes; around the touch of my hand.
Your vagina is like the very best of parenthesis, the rest of your body is perfectly complete without it, but I appreciate the additional detail.
