Your hands, rough like sand paper, gliding over my body like lips --soft--- caressing every curve
Eyes --deep green-- begging in their silence, screaming through your limbs
Your body quakes out a rhythm, my body sings along
Your tongue on my earlobe, goosebumps down my spine
Our backs bending like bridges lifting to the sun as boats move through
Our mouths open O's and lips twist and twine
What kind of poetry is this?
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