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touch of skinI can hold you in my arms Feeling your souls embrace I can make it hard to breath Standing face to face Lips of sweetest candied sin Wisps of thoughts ignite within Makes the hour infinite Observations intricate Touch of skin, heat and lace Skimmed upon a jaded face Into your depths, here I go Swept into my very soul Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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