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Your covered skin
is all that haunts me.
What tension between us
can be broken
with a slip off the shoulder,
a teasing twist of the fingers
to laced presentation.
How long one waits
to remember the feel
of your collarbone
under delicate flesh,
or a smooth back into
wanting waist.

What really separates
us from having what we want?

I am missing your touch,
the feeling of forever.

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