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A breath is not a breath, til it brushes your tender cheek.
An exhalation, nothing more.

A bead of sweat is not the same, before it crashes, quivering, against your supple breast.
Perspiration, nothing more.

Words are useless, ineffable, until given flight from your deft tongue.
Vocalisation, nothing more.

Nothing is more precious than you.
You, nothing more.