Gasping for air since you take mine away.
Our hands collide with the intensity of a thousand suns.
hearts burning out of our chests; leaving nothing to say.
Fingers drifting up my arms.
Each spot touching glowing with passion.
Your hands, making their way to put my lips in your palm.
Every time you drift away, each pore of mine aching for the same satisfaction.
Your hand prints are here.
They each glow differently, and don't reveal your identity, but they belong to you.
I long for the day my prints shine so clear.
you've left your mark on me in so many ways, and they all shine so true.
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