To My Love Poem by nawaal daniels

oh what gentle hands that cares these sensored tips.
oh what whispered words leave lingering lisps
that travel down spines and curl to nails
that digs in sheets and sculpures body so frail
oh contoured lines so magnificent so bold
this is the body alongside i shall grow old
cherry blossom kisses envoke tears of pleasure
to this body be my ultimate lesure
you have become my weakness
you have become my only reason
oh how i long to make love to you throughout the seasons