

TouchThrough my hair,Touch
your fingertips run free. Like a wild horse, breaking free. Over my face, fingertips now caress. Feeling lips,
that long to be kissed.
Over my chest, wandering hands now roam. But it's over my heart, where your hand makes a home. My breathin intensifies, as you pull me near. As you whisper softly, in my ear.
Everything feels wonderful. I pray that it won't end. Then my eyes open. To realize you're not here. It was all a dream. Memories from long ago.
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I'm going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wine
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