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Dec 2013
I still dream of us
making love
in the dead
of night

I still dream of you
and your hands on me
as if the love
never seemed to
want to fade
away from
my life

I still imagine
your taste
in my
mouth

I still remember
the lust of
the lonely nights
the lust of
*** and love
Written by
unspokenwords
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