His Touch
When he touches me
His fingertips
Write
Love letters
Across my ecstasy
And the brush
Of his touch
Paints pleasure
Onto the canvas
Of my body
That leaves a trail
Of sweat upon my nakedness
His fingertips
Write
Love letters
Across my ecstasy
And the brush
Of his touch
Paints pleasure
Onto the canvas
Of my body
That leaves a trail
Of sweat upon my nakedness
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