The body of a woman is a museum,
Full of archived sweetness.
Every inch of her landscape is sensitive,
Her toes are sensitive when kissed with precision,
Her silky hairs, narrates tales of her past when smelled with love,
Her navel generate heat,
Her stomach and breast are the mitochondria of her senses.
Her earlobes are filled with voices that whispers ashy stories of naked beds,
Her neck is wrapped with the gift of sexual breathing.
One has to be a tourist to read all the archived stories of beauty in her body.
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