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belashakty
Without a Touch


Without a Touch

01-14-03

He wets the very bones of me
He wets my soul and my soft flesh
Without limits, wets me throughout
my body and my soul!
The presence only and alone,
Shivers my skin
through the heat of the sun
the heat of my wetness
He created with
his breath
his being
his presence,
alone.

by Shakty







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