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The Line

Tender spot, the line between,

Tender touch, between the two skins. 

Running my fingers along the edges,

Tender skin, there in my touch.

Your leg over mine, my hip abutted,

I reach back to touch the smooth line between.

I feel the tender, the tender line,

There between, there between. 

It burns cool, distinct, 

the valley of the line between us, hot.

I smooth the tender skin, soft and pliant,

Cuddled up to yours in repose.

And feel the tender spot, 

that line between.

Oh! That line between.