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Touched
by Margaret C. Rigsby
We touched souls, like two lovers
caressing the other.
Your words, you claim to scrawl
onto paper,
are indelibly etched upon my heart.
I long to touch your lips
to feel your body
as the blind see,
with my hands.
I think of you and my heart aches
with passion
while my body shivers
from turmoil...
For, if I ever embrace you,
shower you with my kisses
will I ever be able to let go
of you, dear?
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