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it was on a chilly spring night,
that i realized no amount of
words could accurately describe
the yearning i have for your touch.
or the desire to simply
feel the sensation of your breathe
on my skin.
or the longing to see your
smile light up your face and
trace the crinkles along
your eyes.
or to feel your arms,
secure around me with your
lingering scent.
or to slowly slip
my finger through
yours.
and somehow realize
that all i've ever
wanted is right in front of
my face.

(m.g.b) '