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The last time

Touch me...
Like you'd feel my body for the last time
Softly like an artist sculpting its masterpiece
Desperately like a soldier reaching for its gun

Kiss me...
Like you'd taste my lips for the last time
Warmly like the sun shining after the cold dawn
Fiercely like a thunderstorm hitting the quietest shore

Feel me...
Like we'd make love for the last time
Calmly like the first breeze of the morning
Intensely like we were the last flame of life in the face of Earth

Consume me...
Like you'd see me for the last time
Quietly like the flight of a butterfly
Quickly like a stream flowing down the mountain

This is the last time, always

© 2007 Eduardo Magela Rodrigues

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