Pooling desire

My hand knows you, knows every line
though it's never touched you.
My eyes trace your curves, those hidden, those not.
They sweep down your side and, like water curving down rock, follow the satin lines and pool in hollows,
tumbling from the peaks of your proud breasts, they find solace and refuge in the peace between your thighs.

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