Pink is a delight, so we delight in the pink
That conceals and reveals her gifts. 
Her flesh is luminous, so let us illuminate her flesh with natural light, I think. 
 
Her curves were curated by a careful hand,
An angel of mercy, perhaps.
No division of labor, just one angel's vision of abundance under a lovelust hand. 
 
The full, the soft, the topology of delight,
The losthappy wandering on her rounds. 
Beacon on the banks of her foundhappy sea leading our hands home tonight.
 
Her abundances under pink,

Another day under black, another under midnight blue.
Bounty above, bounty below, our hands may become delirious, I think.
 
So, let us go North,
let us then wander South,
Let us lose our way
to the back and below.
Beacon on the banks
of her foundhappy sea...My God, Those Curves !!
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