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A Song
Fantasy no longer satisfies me.
I need your touch; your empathy;
Your soft, moist lips; your warm embrace;
Your loving eyes; your exquisite taste.
When we're together, you are my all,
My Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
You soothe away the pain and fuss,
When you and I become just 'us'.
Sometimes my jealousy betrays me.
Although I know you never would.
A little voice inside persuades me
that if I turned away you could.
I always want to let you in,
But every time I start,
I fear my fumbling touch wil crush
the petals of your heart.
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