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A quiet kiss, a simple touch. A silent devotion, accepted, returned. A union, understood, without obligation A desire to just be ..
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some nights I waketo a familiar toucha soft whisperwarm breathupon my skin~I reachbut you are not there~I gasp to breathethe air heavy on my chest~I l..
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The summer sun has faded,the skies grow dimleaving way tothe dampnessof autumn.~The beautydoes not comfort meany more thanyour pictureon my nightstand..
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