Ode to the Leo's mane
slicked back, wet, smooth, and sudsy...
my hair is so heavy when filled with water.
It's thick, between my hands as I fling the water aside.
Ode to the Maximus that guides a steady stream that starts at my scalp,
over shoulders...down my spine and over and over and over,
tickling my feet, and I enjoy the heat,
that steams my new friends found on my instep.
Ode to the dip, between rib and hip,
you know just how to make me feel wanted.
Caress [tread] lightly, my skin though ivory is always warm.
beauty marks trace up and down my legs, up to the navel and over clavicle,
count them on my chest, neck, cheek, lips, and brow.
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