It feels so weird,
Having someone else's hands on me.
Not bad.
But just different.
You can feel the different intentions
With each touch,
Though physically they were the same.
I play through each one,
And this latest one has left me glowing.
I close my eyes and remember,
Replay,
And wonder what I was thinking before.
Selfishness is never good in making love.
It should never be an ingredient.
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