  Feeling. Knowing. Mind assailed. Overwhelmed. Senses, demanding attention. Sweet fragrance wafting the air. A tactile motion. Smooth, simple. Hearing my heart's incessant pound. And his breathe, so very close to mine. The eyes of the very Earth staring back into those of the sky. And as I feel the sense combine in tingling rapture I can only know that this affection is real ; updated in school; |
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