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Touch me...

Touch me....  
To reach through the skin, body, soul, to my heart.....  
To a small point in the middle of the hollow abyss,  
To the darkness in the middle of my BEING......  
Weave me a shawl made of a web of dreams  
And the sun dust of it scattered stuck there like glitter.  
Press your cheek against the glare on the crest of the wave  
that swept up to the fading horizon.  
Give me plenty of wetness from your palms.  
Scoop me a handful of stars from your erection.  
Burn me with the ashes of forgotten roads.  
Touch me.
Written by KristinaX
Author's Note
You touch me with your words... ;)
And I always need more...
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