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Neil108 Jan 2021
Lying besides you silently,
Your lips pressed against mine
The Aroma of tobacco,
Intoxicating,
Filling my nostrils.

Your fingers playing,
With my hair,
And mine on your cheek,
The warmth of your touch,
Firing my emotions.

Legs entangled,
Arms encircled,
Enticing, heavenly,

— The End —