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This constant cycle of asking of how I am certain.
For once you be so certain about yourself and not question my love and certainty.
For once know I’ve been hurt and in pain as you have. else you and I wouldn’t be face to face at this particular moment
For once make love to me like you did the first time. for I still make love to you with as much want, need and intensity.
I’m exhausted but need your touch
must have your finger tips against my skin.
**** over you lips pressed against mine.
Sweating, realesing, breathing, exhaling in lost. Indeed it’s constant.
My constant is obvious. I leave the past to the past. The moment is first and my certainty of you is constant my love
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