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The Anatomy of Beacon Fell

I reached the top of the peak and looked out onto her nakedness,
Her mounds and folds swept for miles ahead,
as she lay recumbent,
gazing up at the sky,
who was un-blushed.

Each peak, each rounded breast of hill,
a monument to her unclothed beauty.
My eyes took in the heaped bosom of her embonpoint,
the rounded stomach of her dales,
the full, life-giving hips of her shapely summits.

The scars and scores of where the water had channelled
Nourishing and healing, challenging and unforgiving in nature.

I saw from a distance how softly she peaked and fell,
how the clouds wished to touch her, to know her, as did I.

And as I took in her voluptuousness I thought of my own nakedness,
And, in that moment,

I loved myself.
Written by Sky_dancer (The Cosmic Dragon)
Author's Note
Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder, and I suppose we very rarely behold ourselves.
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