An Intimate Dinner
Bat your eyes.
Smile with your heart.
Hold my hand
as if we'd never be apart.
Twirl your hair.
Laugh like it's your last.
Touch me
to reminisce into my past.
Kiss my lips.
Dream of my naked form.
Stroke my arm
with lingering fingers warm.
Smile with your heart.
Hold my hand
as if we'd never be apart.
Twirl your hair.
Laugh like it's your last.
Touch me
to reminisce into my past.
Kiss my lips.
Dream of my naked form.
Stroke my arm
with lingering fingers warm.
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