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Big Spoon, Little Spoon

Big Spoon, Little Spoon


Hands upon my thighs
Tingles up the spine

Fingers trace my skin
Alighting fires within

Rounding up my rear
Feels so close, so near

Curve along my side
Shivers deep inside

Hand about my hip
Fingers digging in

Bodies sharing heat
Erratic heartbeats

Nails down my arm
A certain kind of charm

Palms against palms
In a moment, calm

Wrapped up in love
That’s what dreams are made of


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