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I used to ache So passionately For anything that had to do With your sweet touch: I used to picture Your hand Moving across my lips, And I used to visualize Your kiss Swimming though My bloodstream. Your caress Would sooth me And simultaneously Ignite me into flames. But now I don't And it doesn't And it can't My lips Do not ache for you; Me head Does not visualize you; My bloodstream Is clean of your kisses (even thought you give me many); And sadly, I am not set to flame By your touch anymore The passion I felt Is replaced by emptiness. So when your hand finds mine, And kisses my palm With yours, I feel nothing But the warmth of your fingers And the steady pulse Of my own Unfazed Heartbeat
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
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I used to ache So passionately For anything that had to do With your sweet touch: I used to picture Your hand Moving across my lips, And I used to visualize Your kiss Swimming though My bloodstream. Your caress Would sooth me And simultaneously Ignite me into flames. But now I don't And it doesn't And it can't My lips Do not ache for you; Me head Does not visualize you; My bloodstream Is clean of your kisses (even thought you give me many); And sadly, I am not set to flame By your touch anymore The passion I felt Is replaced by emptiness. So when your hand finds mine, And kisses my palm With yours, I feel nothing But the warmth of your fingers And the steady pulse Of my own Unfazed Heartbeat
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
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