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Jan 2014
I crave your touch,
the soft graze of your
fingertips against
my hips

The warmth of
your breath tickling
the back of my
neck

The constant
thrumming of your
heart - reminding
me that you are
real

That I am not imagining things.

That I am not crazy,
I'm just crazy in love with you.
Haley
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Haley
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