He.
Moves slowly down my body,
I look at him, his eyes a blaze.
I feel the same,
Tender to the touch
A lifetime in his fingertips
A lifetime in mine
I feel the earth turn, a little louder,
As we listen to a song or two,
Footsteps matching footsteps
You do not look away
As the silence comes.
Hey, move your body closer now.
We've struck a match,
Now watch it burn.
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