Your Body Is Literal Poetry Poem by Natasha Andeyi

Your body is literal poetry...

Your eyes, the glue that attaches the other party for as long as you want to.
Your smile, the living being that sparks a divine touch to the heart once its image lands in the mind.
Your neck, it feels like a cushion, looks like shea butter.
Kissing it is like partaking my favorite ice cream for dessert.

I'm certain your chest is the place runaways rest their heads after one hectic drive away.

There's something about your waist that is simply magnetic.
I'd grab it from behind, pull it next to mine and it would remain that way for quite some time.
The beings that exist on your behind would steal my attention when you decide to trade places with motion.
Left, right... I'd follow their movement whichever direction they decide to go.

Your legs... You know they are worth that insurance.
No wonder you never fail to serve them for the sights.
Your hands, the softest in town.
And your nails, always on theme.

The gentle princess that doesn't want a lot of drama around,
Just her gentleness reciprocated with a little bit of wild.

Girl! Your body is literal poetry. I would never get enough of it's worth.