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Ruth Nadler-Nir Jun 2019
The weight of your body on my chest
Limbs tangled, head on breast
Gentle exhale. Hair tickles my face
You enrapture me in every way;  your touch, smell and taste
Scatter tiny galaxies with each kiss
Warm fuzzy golden bliss
A poem about intimacy;   when you feel like you just can’t get close enough to someone and you dream that in that moment, you could just absorb into each-other and become one single being.

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