Lover's Touch

As I sit here,
The wind gently pulsing,
Rain drizzling a ballet dance on my left arm,
Resting by my side.

Close my eyes,
Feel the million things,
See the distant memories contained within my mind,
My dreams revealed to one.

Everlasting thoughts,
Contemplating this adrenaline,
Pulsating in my veins to the rhythm of a feeling unreal...

Lover's touch.
The first of many.

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