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His Touch

Fri, 11/02/2012 - 14:14 -- blane5

His touch
His touch burns my skin,
His eyes pierce my soul,
His words are cold,
He’s hard to define,
He’s one of a kind,
This man not well known,
But very powerful on his own,
He does not feel,
For that is my envy,
He feels no pain,
He loves without emotional gain.
One look from him took hold of me,
I am his slave not his enemy.
For every touch that burns my skin
From every look he gives that flows with in
His senseless self takes me in,
for I am now apart of him

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