I touched myself to you last night
Thinking it could all be so simple
So real
But it isn't
I'm just a passerby
I see you
You see me
Our thoughts
The same
Stripping each other
Slowly
Reality
I'm afraid
Not of the injuries of your touch
Not even about getting choked up
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I like it
But it's deeper than that
I know you'll feel deeper than this
Your hands
My thighs
Grip
Tighter
I'm high off you and I haven't even tasted you yet.