Of skin on skin
Tingling so much
Breathing again
Two sets of lips
Hungry, ripe and ruddy
All over every inch
Of each other's body
Two souls collide
Coincidence
Too much inside
Two innocents
The gift of love
There to be taken
Two lives adrift
Both needing shaking
I know this love's real
I know you're afraid
I know what we feel
I know what we trade
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