make your body move

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your words kissed the skin of my soul
bathing me in the smile of the moment
drunk in a dream with wetly warm lips
enough to waltz on your river's channel 
with an echo of my heart's acolyte, love
just as you know my name

in my mind's clouds, your lips bite gently
the murmur of my touches full of desire
with the prayers of the nested caresses
in painted splendor by your astral gaze
[to feel you] to feel me [not more] not less
but to make your body move

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