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Feb 2014
Fingers, gentle
Fan over my skin
Caressing
Fragility
Your eyes close
At the steadiness
Of my pulse

Beauty
Hidden away
I wish
My heart
Would race
Like an echo
Of your own

It stills
When your lips
Crash
Against mine
Ravaging
I wish that I couldn't breathe
I feel your eyes
Burning
From across the room
Your breath
Hitching
As I come near

Why can't I feel,
Star of the Clouds,
When I want so badly
To be able to
pluie d'été
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