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worthless-poet

Published: Aug 21, 2003

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I long to see his face at least once in my life.
I long to feel his arms hold me tight.
I long to feel his hand touch my face.
I long to feel his kiss go down my neck.

I long to feel his tounge slide in my mouth.
I long to feel his body above mine.
I long to be held in his sweet embrce.
And the thing I long to feel most is his warm breath tickle my ear as he whispers the words, "I Love You."

I long to see his face at least once in my life.
I long...

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I see the world in red.
Im not sure if red means love...
or blood.

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