always a flurry of love in the summer
less clothing and my freshly shaven,
constantly exposed skin...beckoning
...my heart to beat...
...or rather, my legs to open.
the softness of my skin
enticing others to touch
as if their fingers could
unlock my mystery
before you know it
our skin meshes and
we tumble into
short-lived ecstasy...
...one i always cut short
the fire of passion
creates a simultaneous
feeling of fear
as soon as the feeling
stops, the instant hands
depart my skin
i am overwhelmed
i am exposed
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