Missing you in the worst way.
I let thoughts of you cradle my mind.
My dreams speak of things I dare not say,
My eyes lay upon all that is refine.
I touch my breast and think of your lips,
blood rushes through my veins.
I almost scents your fingertips,
as your image I try to regain.
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