I feel your lips upon my lips,
the touch of your hair,
your eyes locked deep
within my every waking dream,
Your fingers everywhere...
playing on my skin,
pulling at my heart.
Your face is the only face I see,
your voice sounds in my mind
and I can hear nothing else...
nothing else worth hearing.
You are the only air I can breathe.
There are no moments
that are not filled by you.

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