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Your touch,
a sparkle on the tip of your fingers,
setting my body on fire.
Your touch,
crushing my definition
of what once was.
Your touch,
building up a palace
of sweet memories,
paving a path
to an ultimate future.
Your kiss,
exposing the inner-self,
to my world in progress.
Your breath
entangled with mine,
lifting me up,
to an unimaginable ecstasy
from which I don't want to return.
Come up with me,
live here with me,
be here with me,
be me, like I feel
you are me.