i brush my hands over your matte, dry skin, i cradle you in my arms, i run my fingers over every curve, in every ridge of your body.
i love your cut-away.
i love the place where your neck meets your body.
you are smooth but not slick, not slippery.
you are strong but graceful, manageable.
you make me a better person.
i sound better.
i look better, i feel better, i touch better, i sense better.
your flesh is wood. your blood is steel. i am inspired.
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