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Your fingers press too deep
Your breath raids through my skin
burning insidious smoketrails
into every corner of
My soul rolling in my mouth,
but you penetrate my eyes,
sink into my blood
roil up my stomach
and sail into my mind.
Naked feels so good when
I'm spread bare inside your hands
your omniscient fingers
left their imprints on my sands.
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