the touch of your loving hand

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mornings' selfless substitute without coffee is
the touch of your loving hand slipping smoothly
under my moon's eyelid, just enough to escalate
the finger of a moment gifted with the temper
of an inimitable ambiance sweeten with rustles
of my frisson, well-spiced by your daring kisses

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