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Jan 2015
The sin growing heavier
in our hearts
Desire making it's way in
Slowly
Subtly
The need for flesh on skin

The warmth calling
to my shivering spine
Fingers trailing
down my back
As we intertwine

Mind overflowing
with just the thought
Maybe i have gotten
The peace that I sought

Every touch
Ignites a fiery spark
The intensity
Leaving more than just a mark

With you
So close
It's hard to breathe
And yet somehow
Your touch
makes me feel complete

Your face like a picture
Touches my very soul
My body is your canvas
So paint me whole
Written by
Wandering soul
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