He lounged in the doorway, shirtless
Against the blistered blue paint.
Light curved around his torso,
Sculpting the biceps that muscled his pecs and
Kissing the caramel nubs of his nipples, and
Rippled down the dimpled ridges of his abs, and
And I looked up and saw
His hair the color of sunlight,
His eyes the color of rain.
Beautiful.
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