the touch of fingers and the patterns they trace
the perfume of passion
the bone crushing embrace
the drumbeat of your heart
fingerprints every secret place
desire soaks muscle memory
pours fuel on your blaze
I read the braille of your beauty
I read the poetry in your face
it speaks of lives you have loved
and memories you’ve erased

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