and cold like sweet cream,
perform a dance
across the soft hues
of your skin; I,
hot and heavy and longing
with envy of those
fingertips,
lean the close imaginings
away,
pull my head into
the warm crook
of my arm, wanting
that taste of letting go
that your easy, deft
touch gives,
wanting
so
effortlessly
to reach across and
hold
your
hand.
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