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Your body tells me
with its soft dark skin,
secrets in whispers,
kisses with sin.

Stunned by your beauty,
I ask myself
(without seeing my face)
"how can these eyes have not found thee?"

I'm here, and I remain
in this image,
and my touch on your skin
(dark and beautiful)
stays with you.

I see this face, and my eyes(also dark)
smile in silence.
I, in my body, feel an unfamiliar motion:
a heart(a forgotten friend) beats to remind me.