My Lover's Skin

Let me write a poem,

About my lovers skin,

All strech marks and cuts,

Bruises and tan.


But I love it,

Worship it,

No one else has skin like hers,

All golden and in love.


The way the light plays,

In the tiny spece of folds,

The way the sunlight strikes her,

And the way it calls to me.


I wrote this poem,

Because there is no other way,

To write an ode to her beautiful skin,

Without sounding like having a skin fetish.

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