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Separated Not By Love
You set the scene,
describe it so perfectly;
what we’ll do
what I’ll wear
where we’ll go
from the first moments of excitement
to the height of pure ecstasy
But love,
it’s a trembling sensation
that leaves me wanting;
wanting to lay with you,
to feel your warmth next to me
The cool breeze from the window
attempts to ease
the burning between us
but fails as we don’t...
Thursday 14th May 2020 11:11 pm
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