Fingers tracing the lines on your skin,
The colors vivid, alive, desirous
Moving and following each as if
Drawing them anew with my fingertips
Lips going behind, retracing that where
My fingers had just been, a burning trail
Want and need colliding with a force of
Cosmic proportions, exponential in nature
Never waning but growing, changing
One day, fulfilled
One day... 3.......4
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