Your fingertips,
trace my outline,
make me shiver,
with anticipation,
of your touch,
exploring the valleys,
and the mountains,
awakening the river,
white water rapids,
and slowly become,
a part of my landscape,
as I,
like the sunset,
melt into yours.
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