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| Missing you So much right now, I want to Run my hands Over your body. I want to feel your Warmth on my skin. Underneath my lids I play a scene Over in my mind. You, laying there In my bed, Naked skin beckoning me Closer, on the edge Of a breath As I touch you. Your yielding skin Fragrant, I can almost Taste your mouth Against mine, Our hands Interlocked. It would be Torment to let the Scene play out, To recall the Rhythm of our bodies, The aftershocks of Our passion. Instead, Your green eyes Gleam dusky emerald In my mind. Always full, With questions or tears, Delight and passion, Stories to tell me, Never empty though. And I wonder, What's in them tonight? Are they closed Like mine, Filled with Scenes of us? |
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