It's lonely here without your presence
I miss the feel of 'us'
Our private conversations,
Torrid sessions
No one the wiser,
Except now, maybe me
The dream lives still ...
There are days I almost believe
You never left,
If I have all I need, then why do I still want?
Incredible as it may seem
I can't forget,
The seduction of your touch
[6.7.07 by: ajs]
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