Curves are my favourite
lines.
I see them in the moon
a few days old,
streaming delights
mysteries untold.
I look up at the stars
shining bright
in the vicious forest
of the curvy night.
I can feel desires
quietly unfold
behind my eyelids
dreamily closed.
There's a fire burning
cold and blue
Tracing rivers of heat
in the veins it drew.
I ache and I revel
as I redesign
My curves to align
With your straight line.
MS
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