To be touched

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Touch me

Pull your body on mine

Arms wrapped from behind


Your lips on my ear

Whisper sweet nothings

The kind that mean something


Ask me questions

The ones that leave me exposed

All while being fully clothed


Undress me

Remove the garments of my soul

Until it is my essence you hold


To make love without our bodies

Is my new favorite hobby

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