He has soft lips
That feel like dollops of smooth shea
Melting me like rich butter on hot cornbread
Tasting sweet like a side of strawberry jam
He has soft hands
That caresses as if it were our first time
Everytime
He wraps his arms around my brown torso
Like protective vines around an orchid
Hands that I can kiss and hold beside my face
Their warmth radiating and expressive
He has a soft heart
Love shining through the whites of his eyes
I can see everything good through them
As if they were windows
Bright and vibrant like excited nebulas
Bursting with magnificence and infinite beauty
I can see myself in him
And him within myself
One.
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