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Next week
Yes my love, next week is coming.
I can not wait to be with you again.
The days so long, the nights even longer.
I too lay in the sheets when we are together
longing for your touch
The hint of your smell
The soft touch of your lips on mine
I look into your eyes and I am lost
drowning
but you always find me there and bring me back
Time....
No matter how much there is
it is just never enough
For you have filled me with desire, ecstasy
and a need I can no longer live without
Nor do I ever wish to.
Hold me close, never letting me go
For it is there that I live to be
I can not wait to be with you again.
The days so long, the nights even longer.
I too lay in the sheets when we are together
longing for your touch
The hint of your smell
The soft touch of your lips on mine
I look into your eyes and I am lost
drowning
but you always find me there and bring me back
Time....
No matter how much there is
it is just never enough
For you have filled me with desire, ecstasy
and a need I can no longer live without
Nor do I ever wish to.
Hold me close, never letting me go
For it is there that I live to be
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