Deprivation I could feel your warm thigh Against mine, could hear you Softly breathing; knew I was Dreaming, but hoped that you Would be there when I awoke. The bedroom was morning Still and cold, put my hand On your side, closed my eyes But the dream had escaped… And you won't be coming backBirth sign: Scorpio
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