Melding
My shoulder’s strong, so place your head
Please use my body; it’s your bed
My heated skin and lips of red
They’re meant just for you
My pulse quickens to rhythmic beat
Your body does turn up the heat
For loneliness bows in defeat
As one is formed from two
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