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I love the way you lay hands on me. Soft, gentle, careful kind but not like I'm breakable no, more like I'm valuable. I feel something like a precious stone in your soft jewelers palms. I cherish the heat that rises from your body That 98.6 degrees of you, the sound of your heart is my homing signal. That steady strong thrumming keeps more than you alive. I love you like a shape shifter, Id transform for you. I'd become anything so you could carry me with you always.