Skin

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One dreary lover
You are wounded
And in pain

In your towel
All washed up

I hug you for the comfort
And you say:

Please touch my skin
From underneath

She is watching us
Afar…

If I do that we can’t stop
I keep caressing you,
Your robe

My eyes now filled
With ache

You hold tighter
As we move

Very gently
In the snow

It’s pain
For lack of love

It’s pleasure Knowing
That you are

If even in a robe
And even though

Your skin
I cannot touch.

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