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It Was You
Amidst the fog
I see a face
Becoming clearer now
Soft as lace
Misty, yet bright
Like the morning dew
I cling to the moment
Willing it to be you
The slightest touch
Glimpses of truth
My burning senses
Tell me it’s you
I feel the intense
Warmth of your skin
Yield to emotions
Passion swelling within
A feverish rush
Then a fleeting sigh
As I catch my breath
My thoughts soar high
Growing faster
We rush together
Embrace in love
Whispering forever
But then I awake to tingles
Remnants of dreams come true
Pulsing through my body
I smile – knowing it was you…
I see a face
Becoming clearer now
Soft as lace
Misty, yet bright
Like the morning dew
I cling to the moment
Willing it to be you
The slightest touch
Glimpses of truth
My burning senses
Tell me it’s you
I feel the intense
Warmth of your skin
Yield to emotions
Passion swelling within
A feverish rush
Then a fleeting sigh
As I catch my breath
My thoughts soar high
Growing faster
We rush together
Embrace in love
Whispering forever
But then I awake to tingles
Remnants of dreams come true
Pulsing through my body
I smile – knowing it was you…
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