Do You

Do you remember the first time
we spent together
naked –
Touching
with electric fingertips
and our lips,
in places
that only lovers can explore.
Together
secret and silent,
away from prying eyes
and listening ears.
Where moments
melted into hours,
Where hurried lust
gave way to love,
Where words not spoken
were already heard.

Do You?

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