My hands are ships tracing your arms, 
navigating the sea of your curves,
anchored by the salt of your lips,
exulting in your sunset skin.

I chart a course through your intricacies,
Exploring the farthest corners of you.

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Something sensual — I drew this while waiting at the car wash. Also, I have a moleskine now, so I’m dabbling in trad art again.