Intimacy | a poem by Anna Nave: MORE


touch me more my pulse my palms every pore reach lure me nigh your hand grip my heart quiet sigh I feel you inside as my heart body mind confide. [ same poem, layered ] [ layered spoken poem continues, quietly in the background the sound of hands touching skin ] touch me more my pulse my palms every pore reach lure me nigh your hand grip my heart quiet sigh I feel you inside as my heart body mind confide.

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