Touch.
Hands on my body from a lover.
The touch I strive for.
Wrap your arms around me.
Our body heat mixing.
My body is starving for this intimacy.
Hold me until my skin burns.
Let our skin become one.
All I wish for is touch.
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Poetry from the Soul
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