Remember your soft touch against my skin,
You're soft-gentle breathing near my ear.
So sensitive, to attentive,
Your lips sing to me a thousand words in different languages.
I'm eager to know what language you speak,
every time we kiss.
I lay in bead, deep in sighs
Smiling from the bottom of my heart
The near thought of you,
Looking at me,
Kissing me,
Holding my hand.
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