Féminin

Paint us with a curved, soft brush,

you will notice that we glow.

Created whole, indeed enough,

that our love does overflow.

Dip your brush, and trace my thigh

next, map your way to my breast.

The ocean, a refuge,

we’re both power and heaven’s rest.

 

 

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