To coincide, is living proof of fate at work––faith reworked.
Prove me right!
Uncork the desire
that pours from our uncouth mouths,
wrapped in silk cloth
and the thrill of
a gentle hand caressing mine
in the most delicate graze––
you'd surely drive anyone crazy.
Catch a glimpse of me, as I picture you... Dream lover, when you sit beside me I feel like there's no other.
Am I perpetually bound to long for you? Or will you touch me, and set us free?
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