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Whatever so lightly glides over



The edge of my skin



Controlling my breath



Removing my will



Too close to you have I drawn



But I have desired of ages to be



Drawn in



And now, in this moment



I fear to move



Nor even to open my eyes



And I feel only



But to lie



Motionless, and bathe…submersed



In your warmth



In your scent



In your caress



Which doth carry me effortlessly across



The darkness of void



And binds me



Forever…



To the edge of your skin



…Jeff Bresee