I love the way you touch me -
Slowly,
as if we have
all the time in the world.
At room temperature,
like Goldilocks's porridge;
not too cold
not too hot
just right.
At the right time (5:15PM),
a palindrome spelled
backwards
forwards,
creating little circles
with your thumb.
Geometrically,
tracing Fibonacci sequences
on my skin.
Curved,
like you're the spirit level,
I'm the air bubble, and
we have both reached
our highest point.
A constellation of bodies;
Yours, mine.
A symphony of silence;
Together in chorus.
A beautiful nuclear
Explosion.
I love the way you touch me -
Urgently,
almost as if
the world's about to end.
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