Beauty is skin, Smooth and unblemished, Textures that hunger for touch, From fingertips of gold, Pores that breathe, sigh and moan, And creases that reflect, The essence of you. Beauty is shape, The sweep of the curves, From prominent shoulders, To the slimmest waist, and outward, By the flare of the hips, A musical richness and, In likeness of a Cello or Bass. Beauty is colour, Blackest
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