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His Touch

When he touches me His fingertips Write Love letters Across my ecstasy And the brush Of his touch Paints pleasure Onto the canvas Of my body That leaves a trail Of sweat upon my nakedness

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/25/2013 11:14:00 AM
Great poem.
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