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Your image imprinted on my soul.

I long for your caress.

Enclosed in your smile,

I am safe.

Wrapped in your arms

My fears are warmed.

Doubts forgotten.

 

The moments we share

Are few, but precious.

 

Passion unleashed.

Is it really me?

Your lips crush mine

And I melt…

 

Hoping to return what I am given.

Tender looks, I soak in…

Are you aware you give them?

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