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nights with out you

Nights have gone by in a haze.
I lay awake longing for your touch; for the heat
of your breath against my neck; for our
skin to lightly touch; for our bodies to burn a
flame.
As I close my eyes, I can feel your finger tips
graze over every curve. Eyes tracing every line.
Lips tasting me, taking me in. My hands trace over
your chest, breathing the scent of you. my fingers
Softly touch your lips, eyes, nose,cheekbones.
'Til my hands bring you close. and yourarms tighten
Their grip around.
This feels so right. little light shows ever so dimly,
we look apon each other, our lips meet. How
long well it be 'til you and I become one.
Written by Latin_blossom (Andrea Pompa)
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