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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