Curves

Subtle shame

Caressed my flesh

In the slither

Of his kiss

I was kept

Gripped by his soul

Unable to release

Embracing

Parts of me

Unclaimed

Allowing to

Be seen 

As never before

What he says to be perfect

The curves of my silhouette

Never shared

Until I danced

In circles

And finally saw

What he’d seen all along

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