I feel your hands on me like you are searching for the answers to your deepest questions. Questions that you are afraid to ask. Every inch you cover, sends a message to hidden parts of me. Parts that are hidden from the world. And for a brief moment, I feel like a piece of you is swimming through my veins setting my skin on fire. I forgot about my problems. I forgot who and where I was. For a moment I didn’t have a care in the world.



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