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May 2016
Your taste lingers on my tongue,
As does your scent on my skin.
And my heart trembles still
With the vibrations from when
My soul brushed against
Your own
Ever so softly and briefly.
And now my defenses
They're weakening.
Is this that first stage of love?
When I give you the first piece to the key of my heart?
I think so.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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