Like lace across spiderwebs
Like drifting snow on glass
Like a whisper told to black velvet
Touch
Like snapping a pencil
Like slamming a heavy oak door
Like a rock through thin ice
Touch
Like water on a raging fire
Like warm clothes during winter
Like a giant hairy hug
Touch
Like oil smeared thickly
Like needles creeping up a spine
Like a knife through canvas
Touch
Like a midnight lover
Like a enormous defender
Like a hunter and a predator
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