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My thoughts;
all about you.
My mind;
consumed by you.
My body;
aching for you/
Your touch, your kiss,
your smile, your face,
your hair.
You.
Oh, how I wish
that I could see you,
touch you,
kiss you,
make you smile
run my hands
through your hair.
You
complete me,
consume me,
amaze me.
Just that little thought
runs in my mind.
You.
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