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Apr 2018
I miss you
The way you paint words on my chest with a heart stealing smile
How your lips feed my spirit and your body feeds me bliss
I miss you
How you used to call me when you missed me and how passionate you kissed me
rest your feelings on me and let's get to know each other all over
let me rub your stomach under the covers let's get closer to each other
rub your fingers thru your hair no judgement only acceptance here
I miss you
I feel like your the mother of my seed but we never conceived
I miss you
like a warm spring rain your scent intoxicates me making me crave more
Like a harsh winter storm is the absence in between
I miss you
In the part where my soul is still pure
Simon Woodstock
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