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Oct 2019
The tip of your nails on my skin
Slowly grazing back and forth;
The little dances of your hair
Above my face with each breath in and out;
A dreamlike vision,
A charming creation.

Your scent and your aroma all over
Lingering behind each meeting;
Whenever you close your eyes
Lies miles of beauty only observer tastes
And when I pull you next to me
Is when I realized it’s actually a reality.
let's stay close and near always
Written by
amuba  27/M/Lisboa
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