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Echoes of Touch
In the stillness of the evening,
Where the day’s last light fades,
We find a realm of softness,
Where our secret touch invades.
Your fingers trace a whisper,
A line upon my skin,
In the quiet dance of twilight,
Our deeper bonds begin.
Eyes that meet in silence,
A world within a gaze,
In the echoes of our touch,
We lose ourselves in haze.








