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You touch my face, softly stroking
A gentle kiss, memory evoking The day we met, lovers to be The essence of my fantasy Your hand so gentle, sliding lower Down my arm, caressing, slower Emotions building, make me restless Kissing you, it leaves me breathless Wanting more, but holding back Almost ready, one thing I lack Three little words, never spoken Not important, just a token Of your love, I am sure Until I ask and you demur Leaving questions in my mind Answers that I need to find I press on and ask once more You drop your hand, walk out the door
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