Titillating in motion,
while the skin is still full.
When ideas are for fools.
Neither hands nor tools.
And the exact for me,
no time to react.
To enact passions.
To hear confessions.
One touch and is gone.
One look and you're lost.
One gasp and then grab
the Obscure, the end, the last...
Time lapse.
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