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Aug 2014
“I like you” he whispers as we lay intertwined

the touch of he skin and the way he touches my thigh

the corners of my mouth curl up to the sides

My fingers slide along your skin like the wave of the tide

your goosebumps raise as I trail your sides

tho goosebumps are mine and whats yours is mine.
Amandalee Patience Wilson
Written by
Amandalee Patience Wilson  Bloomington, California
(Bloomington, California)   
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