Little Death

h, how your touch makes my skin feel alight–

aging, heart racing, a blazing fire.

ive my breathing a chance to catch

s your fingers fly over my flesh with their dance.

o soothing and moving I’d like to crawl inside–

ake our bodies one each time as they collide.

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