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Your perfect mouth forms An inundation of sweet nothings But your eyes don't echo the words You hold my face like I mean something But the reflections in your eyes show only The ghosts of lovers past Your body radiates beckoning warmth I inhale your subtle scent You're human You're real Every sense I possess tells me so But as I reach for you All I grasp is air It slips between my fingers And sends a chill through my body Your electricity lingers in my lips, my fingertips, my breath Raising goosebumps on my arms Running a current along my spine I yearn to again Electrocute myself with your touch I ache to feel your vitality I long for a phantom A man whose thoughts I will never again invade I long for a memory
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
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Your perfect mouth forms An inundation of sweet nothings But your eyes don't echo the words You hold my face like I mean something But the reflections in your eyes show only The ghosts of lovers past Your body radiates beckoning warmth I inhale your subtle scent You're human You're real Every sense I possess tells me so But as I reach for you All I grasp is air It slips between my fingers And sends a chill through my body Your electricity lingers in my lips, my fingertips, my breath Raising goosebumps on my arms Running a current along my spine I yearn to again Electrocute myself with your touch I ache to feel your vitality I long for a phantom A man whose thoughts I will never again invade I long for a memory
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
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