Invisible hands caressing my skin;
And then smother me,
Let the air slither up my throat gently.
I drink your thoughts in,
Like nectar feeding my emptiness.
Melt your lips into my very own;
You are invited
To prod more than my mind.
I take your gaze in,
Pinning it against my will, wildly.
Are your thoughts on me right now;
With words that claw at my heart.
I tear your shield off,
For sensations only you'd awaken.
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