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| Touching Beyond Skin A conscious paradox, separate worlds mingled until they are one. Drawing you closer, still not within my sight. I feel your breath, it's heat penetrating my spirit. I feel your face, your eyes, now tracing your lips with my fingertips. Returning your breath, so close to your mouth yet still not touching. Taking you in, deeper you cum. Our bodies occupy exactly the same space, knowing oneness, as we are whole. Touching beyond skin, a conscious paradox of our souls. |
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| Midnight Moon |