Heart shapes, an opening in a leafy foliage, the sun streaming through, just for her to be bathed in the glory of my affection.
Heart shapes, a delightfully, dangerously, mouthwatering dark lava chocolate, my heart the moist soft center, her hands the protective outer beauty that opens it up.
Square shapes of puzzles, pieces she unfolds in me, gently probing me open to myself, to her - she completes me.
Triangular prisms of kaleidoscopic light, rainbows of hope, promises of bright clear blue skies.
Circular shapes of clitoral stimulation taking us to dizzying heights.
Torn out pictures of silly shapes on empty sugar sachets sent on social networks to solicite a smile.
Oval shapes of water droplets that come down to playful squeals of laughter.
Disabled shapes of tree trunks, sturdy yet beautifully different as is this love of a woman for another.
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