~For the one who touches my soul~
Our eyes meet,
I come to you.
My lips brush over your body
Your strong hands on my back
Your soft breath on my neck
Our lips meet,
A barrage of passion
Our bodies touching
Trembling in ardor
Skin against skin
Love in its truest form.
As we dream of this meeting
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