The fibres of my hair
Alive with your touch.
One touch.
The movement of your hand
Gentle, rhythmic on my face.
I blush.
The lightest pressure of your arm.
My head spins from your smell,
Fills me.
The warmth of your breath
Tingles my already warm skin.
Kills me.
The pounding of your heart.
The soft but present beat to my song.
Too sweet.
The feeling of your lips
Rough, but tender against mine,
Now anxious.
Collisions.
Two bodies
Feel this love.
Alive in our song
Never to end.
You whisper:
"Love"
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