His Touch, by Auden Subscribe to rss feed for Auden 

When he loves me, the touch of his 
Skin is my newest sin, my new guilt.
When he loves me, our skin touching
And forever melding us together.
Posted: 2013-05-12 18:24:39 UTC
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