Last time I got goosebumps was when your fingertips balleted across my belly, gliding, skiing, they then courted my arms,
Grazing slowly over those pastures, they whispered silent promises.
Again, as your beard confided their wishes to my neck,
Kisses murmured at my ears,
This traitorous skin of mine, stood up in attention, as if wanting to jump out from me and melt into you,
Sending out those goosebumps as it's envoys to proclaim it's love to you..
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