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maybe it’s the squiggle
in your hips when you stretch
and mew in my warm bed
before you’ve actually woken
and I kiss the soft lobe
of your ear to incite the
small grin that stirs up
butterfly happiness under my skin
or maybe it’s the freckles
that grace the delicate and
supple edge of your cheek
and how your nose crinkles when
a smile flashes across your face
but mostly it’s your fingers and
the way your electric touch
satisfies an ache inside me
that I never knew I had until
your lovely being was not near
leaving me muddled with visions
of your diaphanous fingers
tracing elegant patterns
down to the small of my back
leaving me gasping and bare
your touch consumes me
your soul inspires me