Your kiss is like liquid,
hot and cold down
my chilled spine.
Bumps rising
where
your fingertips
graze my skin.
I've fallen in love
with the blue kaleidescope illusion.
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I'll give you a cookie if you can name the pattern here. Haha, I'm so clever!
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