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The intense way a sidewalk warmed
By the hot Arizona sun burns my feet
Is similar to the way your touch feels.
Do you remember how you let ice melt
Over my warm skin on that hot summer day in June?
You were always so good at melting away my fears.
In bed with you has always been those rare moments
When I let you slowly read my pages.
Thank you for being so gentle in the way
You didn’t judge me by my cover and really got to know my story.