Comme si c’etait le derniere fois

You touch me
as if it was the last time
running your fingers
down my chest,
across my belly
and back up,
curling your fingers into
the hair above my heart.
You look up at me
from lowered eyes
and in that moment
capture what it means
to be loved.

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