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| 607. I Yearn I yearn to touch those lips of yours To taste their wine of sweet delights If but to caress your hair and feel how soft Only memories remain of those tender nights No rose could match the softness of your touch Nor scarf with the silkiness of your thighs Your smile did melt my heart with longing My essence dissolved before your mortal eyes No longer do I control my thoughts Your last words still haunt my every day Though words of love were never spoken There is no other explanation why I am this way The giddiness I feel is no longer for those young My heart overflows with such wonder and hope Words once easy to speak and say are hard Thinking only of you makes it now difficult to cope Yet I’ll bide my time until we next meet My heart beating faster as the day draws near For in all my life nothing else matter to me My life will remain empty until I have you here |
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