3:27 p.m. | January 10, 2002
i never write poetry, ok almost never being under you the warmth of your body seeping into mine your hair blocking out the light my eyes closed losing myself in this forgetting everything except the feel of you your body, your hands, your warmth, you smell, your taste whisper your name lay there beside you my hand on your heart relaxed, content, warm your fingers tracing outlines over me this moment is forever
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Canada, Saskatchewan, Saskatoon, , English, , Female, 26-30, Reading.