When our worlds collide,
it’s as if the cosmos bows in reverence.
Your touch—a comet streaking across my skin,
awakening stars long dormant within.
Butterflies take flight,
their wings brushing every corner of my soul,
while nerves, electric and alive,
hum your name in euphoric symphony.
Your fingertips write love letters on my body,
each caress a stanza of devotion.
With every sigh, every whispered...
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