Love Blossoms

I can’t help staring at you…

the traces of facial hair on
your chiseled chin,
your caramel skin.

your muscular back,
how your arms curve
around my waist
and make me remember

Oh, and your lips…

They deserve their own poem.

The way they feel
against my cheek
and as they move diagonally
and meet my lips.

They’re always moist
and full…
of desire
aching for my kiss.

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