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a poem for my lover
I love
my hands on the curve of your back
our legs wrapped
when I can't feel
where I end and you begin
the feel of hair moving against smooth skin
my mouth, breathing your breath
when our teeth touch and tongues tease
I love your beard tickling
behind my knees
and shoulders
across my stomach
I love
myself, when I'm with you