That spot where your hand lolls on my back, Plonked in elegant nonchalance, Is on fire; And when your fingers muse Carelessly distracted; I desire you More than my measured concentration on the crossword Would imply. That look; when your eyes tighten in a question And your head tilts a little, Impales me; And when you reach out to Draw me in; Boldly male; I am conquered to the core; lost in a revel of delight That our kiss fits.Birth sign: Aries
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