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Tempting hands
Soft like cotton
Oiled with passion
Surrounded by a soulful equilibrium
An intense combustion
That touches the back of my femur
Trying to hold back every cashew embedded
Succumbing every thought or desire
Distracted by the protruding budge
Lustful thoughts craving
It’s feels like ambrosia gumbo
Aspiration
A garden of blossoming cummotions
Chromosomes combining to form more
Succulent fires desiring to cause incandescence within
Whispers from the sun to the full moon
And finally heavens trumpets blow
Stares from my eyes to yours
A door opens
I walk in that direction
Needed distractions appear
To stop my
Desire to Touch
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