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By muryan Date: 2002 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.20.20.20.18306]] |
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I can feel you Late at night Your skin pressed against mine The midnight heat Burning Enflaming my desire for you To feel your lips Your tongue Like a dagger of love Sliding across my skin The air touching the wet trail you leave Behind Your hands Kneading my skin Into delicacies you consume Temperatures rising Our bodies moving rhythmically Creating the music of our love. But when I wake up I am deafened by the silence And left shivering in the cold. |