His hand lies contently on her hip
Her arm disappears behind his back
Their cheeks rise naturally and fill with pink—
Minds stirring calmly beneath their long,wild hair.
Behind them a road is situated
That visits their private home
Between the mountainous rocks—
A backdrop for their restful town
Where they quietly blend their lives.
His idle hands are smooth & clean—
Screaming with potential
To be the rough & blistered hands
Of a man.
Her belly is small & flat—
Hiding the tiny breather
Swimming beneath her navel
Who will change this picture.
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