Soft skin grazes, touches,
kisses the curves
so gently it almost misses
but my electric skin knows,
feels yours. Shocks of
the-best-thing-ever
course through my body,
my being, followed by waves of
this-can't-be-real
that stroke my soul.
I shudder. A good dream,
a great dream, don't wake me.
Please, God, let me sleep, if
this is what my dreams are made of.
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