tightness of arms,
ravishing charms.
feeling that warmth,
a tip-toe entry
no storm.
a genuine hug,
a soft touch
an observing look
thoughts captured in a fluke.
so very close to thee
feeling eack tick ___
how thee breathe
you tickled by that of mine
me:a complacent soul in the shrine.
movement by that tickle
a touch by thee thereby
and i tremble
go to say something
thee fumble and me shy.
does happiness live here?
doubt i and i fear?
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