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May 2010
I exist
in the quiet moments
I wait
When you don't speak
I live
to hear the sound of your voice

I exist
in anticipation of your touch
I wait
to feel the softness of your skin
I live
When our bodies meet

I exist
to breathe your scent
I wait
to be near to you
I live
when I smell you on my skin

I exist
to brush my lips against your skin
I wait
to explore you with my lips
I live
when I taste  you on my lips
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Written by
Michael Acosta
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