Contours of you

Your feet curl against mine
your legs moving, grating
against my own
my mouth searches down
finding your umbilicus
round, open, welcoming
I kiss your nipples
and they get taut...
even when we're apart
I can follow the contours
that are you
my fingers remember well
its body strokes
in symphonic harmony
you never wilt
within my touch
orgasms of love's
finger trails

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