I would be a liar
If I said I did not like it
The way you
Touch my skin
And if I said that
Sometimes it did not turn me on
Oh sweet darling
I would be lying again
You touch me ever so gently
Your hands running over my arms
Your breath against my neck
It feels so warm
You run your hand
Carefully through my hair
Grabbing a little bit
Pulling it tight
You mean nothing
By all of this
Your careless actions
I know they are innocent
You pull back and look at me
Placing a sloppy kiss on my forehead
I would be a liar my dear
If I said I did not like it
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