A burst of color
His mind at first in splits
She whispers surrender
All he can mumble is “Please”

Her latissimus dorsi twists and she’s off
Leaving him standing in a cloud of awe
A chuckle and he can’t help but connect the dots
He’ll have to chase this one

All the grey she can’t hide
She strings teeth like a lyre
Plucking to keep the roving eyes at bay
Sensing before a kiss steals away

In her midst a fire
Timidly he circles chanting praises
Her vertebrae sculpted in repose
Where she curves his arms go


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