A Saturday Morning

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The yellow light that fondled your skin,

Your shine could overshadow it, it did babe

The cuddle of your fingers and peck of your nails,

The rivalry between my skin and the gloves that got in the way

Did you see me baby?

Powerless and fragile,

For the charm that you posses

And the mind that got me fevered meanwhile!

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