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Being apart from your love, longing to touch. |
| It was only a dream last night Of sparkling stars and cool breezes Quite night on the back porch The warmth of skin The sent of pine Bundled together on a swing All the things that tell me I am home And I am loved by this woman Gentle hands that glide across my chest The feeling of peace The touch my soul burns to feel As I wake from my slumber I count the days till again I can feel that touch I know so well |