I like your face natural
It's as if you dated the sun
And its light on you it shone
When I eye you I burn
Purified of the chemistry born
I like your lips natural
Dry and cracked;unembellished
Staring with hunger and pregnant nectar
To pollinate 'em with love, I relish
Taste the voice that chords like a guitar
I like them curves natural
You wreck me with fantasies rift
When those mountains you swing
My soul,yet,grew wings
I sent a touch as a gift
I like the twins in your chest natural
I pluck such pillows in ecstasy
The feel of spongy fat not silicon
I'm heavens grant me mercy
As I praise of this moment sooner gone
I like your garden natural
Not detersive; not artificially fertilised
For I come not to prowl your land
But of the packed juices utilised
I come to weather rough rocks to fine sand.
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