What powers bestowed on you that nonchalant walk?
They must have sung praises to your
prepossessing body
the fair feathery fuzz of your earlobes
the gentle plains of your chest
and your thick, muscular neck.
A flexed deltoid takes me by surprise.
Startle me with a kiss on the back of my neck,
then just under my ear.
Be the explorer of my everywhere and
let us make accidental Renaissance art
at the sight of which even Rodin would kick himself.
Let’s redefine human form, the act of love.
Naturally beautiful,
naturally mine.
My nostrils readapting to your balmy heat.
Recreate me, mold me like a sculptor.
Flesh reacting to touch in a feedback loop
to your hoarse but gentle moans
mysterious osmosis
I tried to carve an effigy of you,
but the chisel
LIED.
© Lola Sense 2021
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