Each spot a bit different
Yet each telling the same message.
Moving my hands over, feeling each subtle lift
Reminding me where to go
Hand resting here makes you close your eyes
Lips brushing this one elicits a sigh
From your beautiful mouth.
Each one proof that you were hand-made
By God Himself.
Forgive me for thinking it was just for me
But perfection this absolute
Could be nothing but divine, in my mind
So if you please,
Let me be my own guide along the
Map of you...because getting lost is
The best way to find my final