Few souls manage to bristle my absent skin.
A desire awakens, corrupts my mind,
without even touching you, in fiery dreams.
Mystery and passion in an endless dance,
attraction palpitates, without touching the skin.
Your ethereal presence, a subtle whisper,
ignites my being, with a hostile fire.
Who are you, soul that envelops me like this?
Without apparent trace, in my being I lost you.
You awaken longings that cannot die,
in the mist of a love to be discovered.
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