Deepest Senses
I crave those moments
When my deepest senses
— of every corner,
and of every edge
of my entire being —
are touched and awakened.
I crave those moments
When my deepest senses
— of every corner,
and of every edge
of my entire being —
are put under your wing.
I crave those moments
When my deepest senses
— of every corner,
and of every edge
of my entire being —
are yours and only yours.
I crave those moments
When mine was yours,
And yours was mine.
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