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I can't wash the smell of you off of my body.
I can't rid your touch from my hair.
The way your tongue wraps around mine,
About everything else... I just don't care.
The feeling of your face won't escape my finger tips.
Your eyes staring into mine...
Some sadness behind them still.
I want to hold you until they shine bright again.
You touch my collar bones.
I hold your hand.
We hardly talk.
We communicate through bands.
I see the images her all around your place.
But I forget it all when you look into my face.
"Let's go to bed."
That's fine with me.
We can pretend we don't cause each other misery.
When you hold me in your lap.
Regardless of who sees.
Is it alcohol or loneliness that fuels this need?
I can't escape your touch.
I can't forget the sound of your breath.
I can't wash away the scent of you.
I can't dismiss your touch.
Do I love you so much?
Or is it all about a chase.
A love I'll never have...
I guess it has an exotic taste.
Keith Edward Baucum
traces of being
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