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i've always liked
the smell of wet skin,
smooth to the touch,
and the steam that comes
of hot water on cold hearts.
and i've always liked
to be embraced in this way
that no human, no man, no friend
can copy or keep at bay.
or the bubbles on my skin
that disappear over hills, valleys,
mountains, or down the drain,
never to be seen again.
but there's one thing that i don't like,
i may even disdain.
it's how the water tires and chills,
freezing every vessel,
every drop of blood,
forcing me to withdraw and shiver,
to curse at this cruel fate.
i've always liked
the smell of wet skin,
smooth to the touch,
and the steam that comes
of hot water
on cold hearts.
the smell of wet skin,
smooth to the touch,
and the steam that comes
of hot water on cold hearts.
and i've always liked
to be embraced in this way
that no human, no man, no friend
can copy or keep at bay.
or the bubbles on my skin
that disappear over hills, valleys,
mountains, or down the drain,
never to be seen again.
but there's one thing that i don't like,
i may even disdain.
it's how the water tires and chills,
freezing every vessel,
every drop of blood,
forcing me to withdraw and shiver,
to curse at this cruel fate.
i've always liked
the smell of wet skin,
smooth to the touch,
and the steam that comes
of hot water
on cold hearts.
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i like showers, what can i say.
and the smell of clean skin, obviously.
and the smell of clean skin, obviously.
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