How I long to touch your skin
Feel your heart pulse from within
Fingertips clutching your spine
Although, my dear, you are not mine.
My body burns with deep desire
With one look you light the fire
Wishing I could turn back time
But alas, you are not mine.
I know you want to play the game
trembling as you call my name
one stroke, embrace to you benign
Wanting, but you are not mine.
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