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On My Skin

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When you let me touch you with fire on my lips,

your face in my hair, fingers deep in my hips,

when you pick the lock with the family jewels,

you make the game and break the rules,

when I ache for you, you take a bite,

you hold me down, you hold me tight,

when the ties that bind burn within,

your fingerprints are left on my skin…

fire

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