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Our faces brushed against one another's.
Our eyes  were closed but we still saw the world.
Not the world around but the one within.
Your lips were soft,and fluent with my mind.
Pressing and moving, ever so gently.
It was as if you knew I wanted more.
To be able to feel more of your lips.
I couldn't get enough of being loved.
And so you couldn't get enough of me.
                                                    That boy I saw in front of me I loved.       
                                                    That girl he saw in front of him he loved.
                                                    The boy I see in front of me I love.
                                                    The girl he sees in front of him he loves.