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Jan 2020
In the middle of the night I wake and think of you
I can feel you all around me but you are not here
I remember the the touch of your mouth, the beauty of your smile
And I feel you inside of me

I can sense your presence, the feel of your skin
The laughter that came as we sat and talked

We come from such different places but on that night felt as one
Your beauty held me captivated as I bathed in your eyes
Your words were wisdom to me and I laughed at your jokes
And when our lips touched the world skipped a beat
Ian Mackenzie
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Ian Mackenzie  62/M/Guildford, Surrey UK
(62/M/Guildford, Surrey UK)   
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