Kiss me

Kiss me. Never let me go.
Caress my body slow.
Put your fingers on my skin
and I'll burn down from within.

Touch me gently with your hand,
let me be under your command.
Look me with those flashing eyes;
Show me your next surprise.

Love me with your all,
open up to me your soul.
Let me be your one and only -
with me you won't be lonely.

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