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By spiritwic Date: 2005 Oct 03 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.03.18.41.5645]] |
| If I close my eyes I can almost imagine that the wind in my hair is your hand, playful, teasing; silk against my skin is your touch, hot and sensuous; rain on my face is your tears, our tears, mingling as we come together, so beautiful it's almost painful, in a way only two people who have been there can explain. But when I open my eyes, all the tactile pleasures in the world will never touch a heart that's gone, lost when I gave up on the only dream I ever really wanted...love. |