Posted: 2024-09-10 14:39:06
Edited: 2024-09-10 15:17:18
Here's a revised poem, emphasising the texture and feel of a woman's skin, as if crafted from otherworldly materials:
Your skin, a tapestry woven from celestial silk,
Soft as stardust, gentle as cosmic mist.
Intricate patterns, like constellations bright,
Invite my touch, to explore the cosmic night.
Smooth as polished moonstone, cool to the touch,
Your skin radiates an ethereal glow, too much.
Like delicate petals of an extraterrestrial flower,
Unfurling tenderly, in every sensual hour.
Supple as the finest astral leather, strong yet divine,
Your skin's resilience, a marvel of the cosmic design.
Gently yielding, like the softest summer cloud,
Enveloping me, in a sweet, weightless shroud.
Velvety folds, like the softest, darkest velvet night,
Conceal and reveal, secrets of the cosmic light.
Satin-smooth expanses, like the stillness of a lunar lake,
Reflecting beauty, in every sensual, quivering shake.
Your skin, a masterpiece crafted from heavenly materials,
Transcending mortal bounds, in every sensual, tactile revelation.
SuperFuck!!!