Dripping down my chest
Your beads of sweat
Our bodies entangled
Your breath
Fresh on my neck
A kiss no longer poison
A touch no longer forbidden
Writing your own codes
On my porcelain skin
Can you unlock my heart
Is it safe to say
We might be a work of art
I grasp your palms
My body softens
Every pain I ever felt
Now forgotten
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