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Apr 2014
Your hand in mine,
And mine on yours,
Running a hand through your hair,
as I quietly adore.
Your lips are soft,
As sweet as red apple,
As tempting as the morning star,
As beautiful as the new dawn.
So close that I cannot tell,
Where I end and you begin.
In this hour,
Our hearts beat as one.
You have my love,
Freely, willingly,
I love as entirely as I can,
As I am loved back.
My legs are tangled with yours,
And I cannot breathe,
Without breathing you in.
You are everywhere,
I am nowhere.
Desperate for touch,
For your touch.
And Oh!
If I could,
Crawl into your heart,
Become one with you,
I would. But this,
This moment,
Is the closest we can get.
So speak no words,
And kiss me again.
Éan Richardson
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