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Nov 2010
I could not sleep...

The heat had taken my dreams away
In my bed i lay awake on that damp night of may
With my hands on your chest
Exploring your body like a quest

The smell of your skin merged with mine everytime we made love so tenderly.
Your fragile smile invited me in to your world of a thousand promises.
Naked were we, yet covered with loving defences,
Your hair on my face, extracting love from my very heart perfectly.

You cut my skin and i let you in
We danced to the music within as you breathed me in.
''Had we never touched so gently,
''Had we found somewhere else to be''

I can still remember the smell of our summer bed.
Those days when the rain tore our fears into shreds.
When you were all i had
And with me, along the empty road you came to pad.

Summertime of our lives...
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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   Lily Mae and Eoghan Byrne
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