Ever present in my thoughts, you, ever so lovely; the brightest star shines no brighter, ever you above me. But a touch so electric, a sight thought not to exist; a wanting so strong, though never like this. Each moment new, birthed pure from the past before it; each second passed, slow, aching atonement. Gentle lips pressed tight, air slow to escape; calm strength, passion strong, love slowly we will make.
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