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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