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    these long lonely hours
    waiting for the phone to ring
    longing to see those eyes
    that see deep into my soul
    hearing those sweet words
    dripping from her lips
    inhaling her every breath
    feeling the heat of her skin

    Styrofoam containers,
    full uneaten take out,
    my only apetite is for her,
    her love is my sustenance,
    her kiss feeds my hunger,
    her touch nourishes my soul,
    a simple caress fills me
    makes me want no more.

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    Bwyn commented on untitled

    04-12-2009

    WOW... must be a wonderful woman:)
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