Across your skin
Building mountains within
The sinews of your flesh.
I want to crawl beneath
The caverns of your chest
And hear the thunderous
Crash of your heart.
I want to stir the wind
That dances through your hair
Whistling and laughing
About your thoughts.
I want to mold the landscape
From your crown to your toes
With precious oils and cocoa butter
Until we smell the same.
L.
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