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A hand moves slowly,
all across your chest.

It's bare.
Your shirt is on the floor.

For the first time in my life
My fingers make contact
with the skin that covers your heart.

After all this time of hearing it beat,
resting my head upon your chest,
I have finally been connected to it
skin to skin.

Your body is warm, heart beating
right out of your rib cage.

I draw lines around your chest, your collarbone, your shoulder blades.

You heave a sigh at the touch
of my cold fingers,
colder than the frosty air outside.

I tower on top of you,
legs on either side trapping you in.

My eyes are in search
to meet yours,
and when they do
you give me a smile.

You say touch me,
but it barely comes out
as a whisper.

I said I can do that,
and a hand moves down your chest.

Further down,
further down.

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