It's really just muscles sliding under skin Maybe a well-placed bit of fat Lush roundness to smooth the curves Yet it pulls the eye off course Perfect geometry as line folds into shadow Folds again into still-hidden geometries You want to sketch, to freeze that moment Capture the mind in the transition forever But then the next change would be lost So instead you try not to stare and think It's really just muscles sliding under skin That makes you think of skin on skin
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