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Touch

By , mumbai, India
Now that your naked,
and your standing alone.
How cold did you want to feel?
Like you were made of stone?

"Are you okay hun?"
"Yes ofcourse,why would'nt I?"
It was soo much fun,
they why sit down to cry?

The water trickles down my back,
I feel soo un-clean.
Should have awoken,
Before.
The end of this dream.

You feel strangely disjoint.
Like your shooting a new gun.
Intimacy makes us stronger,
It makes two,one.

Your sensation makes me shrivel,
I feel the blood rush.
The goosebumps make me crimsom,
Its the magic of a touch.





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