A work of art more beautiful than those in the
Louvre
A journey more than worth the drive
A sound, more beautiful than the symphony
that sold out the music hall
A kiss, long awaited and everything that was
needed
My lips brush against your scars, learning the
story of you
Soft skin, more priceless than the rarest silk
A map to be explored, more intriguing than any
other
Peaks and valleys desperate to be found
Hard lines and soft curves create the perfect
view
Your eyes are a galaxy, consuming me forever,
And your touch is home
Your voice is a song,
And your body is pure poetry.
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About the Creator
Tris Gray
Welcome to my musings, my daydreams, and sometimes, my nightmares.
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