If only it wasn't for your skin like a liquid caramel shell poured and hardened over vanilla ice cream, damming everything in its place
I swear your bones would be a tree. Libidinal links and lines shooting outwards. Ribs and limps would spur and sprout. Your veins become vines and tangle wild like hair with a pulse, with a bloodflow, like neon.
hmm...if it wasn't for all that skin. Too bad I'm using it.