Saturday, November 1, 2014

Exit 39 (We Stopped The Time)

"Do you know how impatient I am every time you are nearest?
To embrace my body with your warm hugs,
to gently cuddle you with my arms.
Do you know how bad this urge feelings to touch and be touched
and have you by my side in the mornings and nights,
to run these fingers all over you,
to feel your breathe under my skin.
I know the tense too, lingering on you.
But every passing minute seemed to compound our lust,
and every passing minute seemed to mould our feelings the finest art."

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