The sweet humming of your lips, The soft feeling of your heart beat, The things I will truly miss, When I wake, the darkness surrounds me, The fond memories fill my every waking hour, Your warm touch is not unfamiliar, just unheard of, In these last few days. The moon will switch places with the sun, And the planets will align, To undermine the right, and deliver the wrong. My feelings have not changed and they will not soon. The feeling of your bare skin against mine, The lustful nature of beings, The loving passion of every last kiss, Is to die for. But that can only be a dream, For the I am in the clouds every second I live now. Thinking, just thinking...
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