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an ethereal touch
graces the edge of awareness
a hint of a smile
for only my eyes
your whisper
breath against my ear
close my eyes
inhaling your essence
filling my lungs
devouring your beauty
that it may grow even more
a fingertip
the slightest touch
unspoken promises in your eyes
and i am undone.
- JT
10:58pm Aug 20, 2007
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