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Feb 2014
I'm waking up
Your touch is fading from my skin
Familiar and distant at once
It was delicious and real
Painfully hot and magical
Sparks tracing through my flesh
Everywhere your skin touched mine
I believed it was real,
Your eyes convinced me
Though you didn't say a word
I was falling, spinning couldn't stop
Every cell in my body begged for it
I tangled you up with my hair fingers legs lips
And we fell giggling madly into the abyss
What a cruel trick to wake up and you are gone!
It was only a dream.
I hate it when this happens!!
Mary R Short
Written by
Mary R Short  Gahanna, Ohio
(Gahanna, Ohio)   
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