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Mar 2017
There's something magical
that happens when my fingertips
finally reach your surface.

The heat of your miraculous
charm and allure radiates
past your muscles, veins, and skin,

emerging through an enchanting
symmetry that can outwit
every downplayed olfactory
my mind creates.

Your pulse is pure beauty
that you couldn't possibly understand.
But it doesn't matter if you know --
you shine and glow as
wonderfully as any of the stars.

You have the warmest skin.
You're my favorite daydream.
Sarah Meow
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Sarah Meow
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