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He touched. I moved. His lips parted. My heart started.

I feel him. I need him.

Fingers. It lingers. Between.

A valley parted by sun. Hills grasped as seed planted.

Skin against skin.

Lips pressed against lips. A battle of tongues in-between.

This but a dream imagined again and again.

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