Loving Strangers

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The finger wonders
Through the skin
It traces the visible veins and hairs
It sees the pores as it opens and closes
It moves lazily
Exploring the forbidden places
With a contentment
While giving pleasure in return

The eye is stuck
In a state of motionlessness
It stares unblinking
At the beauty in front of it
It watches the movement of the finger
It desires to touch, to explore
Instead, it sits back and bores
Into the naked soul beckoning

The lip quivers
With new found desire
It has been sated again and again
Still it quakes
As the finger comes in contact with it
It trembles
As the eye shifts attention to it
Like the finger, it seeks and finds

The skin sings
A strange yet beautiful melody
It strains
To contain the excitement
It shines
Evidence of pure satisfaction
It wishes
That it never ends

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I've been having a lot of mixed feelings that I don't yet have a name for recently. It birthed the above. Somehow, I feel it's incomplete. I can't quite capture what's in my head. Maybe when I finally figure it out.

What do you think?

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