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Gracious moves
These hands you wish for,
to feel their touch,
and these lips
you wish for,
their caress;
and the thud of mine heart
you long for,
your ear ‘pon mine chest
And I
the soul who speaks,
does covet
Hear the heat;
flesh ’pon flesh
soft as powder,
never regrets
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