Your eyes are made of majorelle blue oceans too wide to swim.
Your body is a map painted with earthly created beautiful destinations that are too far a part to get to in a single sweep of a mans hand.
Your smile is the sun that comes out on the warmest days.
Your lips are Roads that have never be driven.
Your neck shall be a landing strip for only kisses and golden necklaces.
Your hands are made of silk natural fibers that are woven into masterpieces
Your legs are gates only opened for those who have the key.
And your mind is a gateway to all the heavens you could take someone to.
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