#2A Chapter by tarasovI still smell you hours after we've parted It's an intoxicating smell. it takes me to just hours before when we were sitting on a couch (it doesn't matter where) but we sat and held hands there. you put your arm around my shoulders and I leaned back settling into your warmth. sometimes we talked, sometimes we just were. I remember the feel of your hand in mine, i miss it already. it seems my body no longer belongs to me, but it's yours, yours to hold. and every moment I'm not in your arm I wish I were. But I still smell you even hours after we've parted. It's an inoxicating smell. © 2009 tarasovAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 9, 2009 AuthortarasovAboutI write poetry and dabble in short stories. I'm 17 and have been writing for as long as i can remember :D i live in a small town in the U.S. i love ART and music; Drama and theater. mostly i love expr.. more..Writing
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