A Stranger's Touch (Poem)

He ran his fingers down her golden hair,

Nervously trembling the touch,

As it glided along her skin.

He continued to play with her locks,

Intertwining his fingers,

In the hair of a stranger’s head.

She began to ease with comfort,

At the pleasurable touch,

That stroked as soft as a whisper.

Her head rotated to met his,

And instead met with his lips,

As they pulsated and surged in waves,

Aligned so perfectly together,

Just as their bodies interconnected too.

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