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Where does my body end and yours begin?

Are there limits to my finger tips

and borders to your skin,

or are we perchance a seamless blend of two beings

but of one body?

I think the thoughts I had were mine,

though perhaps the product of your soul,

shared quietly in the union of our spirits.

Where does my mind end and yours begin?

Those sound of pleasure that I hear seem yours,

but I also must own that sigh

for it seems that in the touch we share

and in our common thoughts.

we feel a common sensual joy

expressed in a combined voice neither claims.

Our touch, our thought, our erotic pleasure

known to both and shared,

for we are one.