Self love, beauty defined individually
Long, dark, flowing hair, spread all over the floor
Beads of sweat at the root of each strand appears
Make love with the soul
The corporeal capsule unique, yet connected to all
Galaxies in the mind, matter moving chaos in peace
The mirror looks back, harmony is what you see
Fingers wrapped between your toes, back arched high, squirming
Blood rushing to your lips, to all extremities
Dreaming, all the time, reality created, yet never defined
Your muses chose to show themselves this night
The symphony of love you begin to write
Nipples, tiny, perky, elegant
Rub them between your fingers, see what happens
Music flows, ass now high in the air
Your legs, your arms, your body, tons stronger than you believed
Bodies can move mountains, when dreams are intense enough
You enjoy the mountains where they are, the songs they sing to you daily
Nerves and sensations everywhere, no tacky induced intensity
This stuff comes from something slightly deeper, more than just a body
A connection to yourself, to others, to everything
The mesh of existence none of us can ever escape
You squeeze your hands against your skin, and with the music you begin to sing
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