As light quietly caresses a woman’s body

I like a real woman’s form, yours.
As light quietly caresses a woman’s body with visual punctuation marks.
Semi colons gently giving way to yet a another curve that the light rays betray to the eyes.
My arms reaching out to you like horizontal exclamation marks wanting to caress what my eyes behold.
Words racing around my head waiting to springboard off my tongue in elocution to the visceral infusion that you are to/for me.
Let me caress you like the light at dusk as you turn to me and the moonlight frames the window and I struggle to constrain myself in my garments/desires as I see you in your succulent natural beauty.

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