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Aug 2018
You got the skin for touching

Touch mine

And let me know I am still right here

I figure sometimes my hearts not on

But you get to moving

You get to doing what

I needed from the start



Sun is meant

For burning

Im burnt

Beautiful


Let me know you

Cloth barely existing

Why exist

When you got the skin

For moving



Praise something

Sweat comes out your glands

Your glands are on mine


Let me know you

Let me feel everything

Heaven is within

Be my blessing

I was blessed

Must be

Heaven Sent




Find your beauty

Find it in every move

You make tonight

Beautiful

I got no disciples

We were made to

Disappear

After all

So disappear

With no harm.



We got that magnified

Bliss

When your body is in my hands.
Written by
Don kingsley  25/M/States
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