How I long to feel your touch.
It would mean so very much.
The thought of your body next to mine,
makes my heart ache so I begin to cry.
You mean so much you make me shake,
the feel of your skin makes the earth deeply quake.
I want you near so close to me.
If only things weren't so they are,
we could be in ecstasy.
I hope we'll be able to set ourselves free.
Your touch will make my world complete.
So finally I'll have you close to me,
for your touch is what I really need.
Topic(s): missing you
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