Alone, haunted by memories of you,
I float through nights dark hours on crimson wings,
In my dreams you are more real than life it's self,
My lips caressing yours so very softly,
My fingers trace out the silhouette of you,
Silky skin pressed against silky skin,
I feel your heat, the essence of your passion,
Consuming me until I am lost within you,
We melt into one another and become one,
The line where you begin and I end blurred,
A rhythmic sliding, gliding in perfect harmony,
A lifetime lived within one sweet embrace,
Immortality in but the blink of an eye,
Yet dreams end and you are hidden from me,
Sweet memories that plague my waking moments...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
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