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Mar 16
I want you here,
In this place with me.
I wish to hold you,
As the stars are born to the sky.

I need your touch,
These little fantasies.
I crave your kiss,
Each taste of love on your lips.

You, it's you.
I need you more than anything,
I need you more than water to drink.
Each touch of your hand restarts my broken heart,
Every grace of your touch raises me from the dead.
Are you a sorceress with a spell to temp me?
Or was I destined to cross paths with you?
Abbott J Hardison
Written by
Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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     Jess and Todd Sommerville
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