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My skin on yours, burning through these sheets.
My hands so cold
I give them to you and your skin.
The warmth I feel from you,
A fire burning from deep within us both
This is wrong, and i know it,
Yet I care not.
This feels too right.
How could it be wrong?

I laugh when I realize how strange it is,
That though we are both on fire into our souls,
Your every touch sends me a shiver.