the death of
thousands of currents
flowed when
holding your beautiful
soothing hands,
let me mourn
the death of
the oceans of fragrance
emanating from soft skin
feelings on my fingertips
never felt so akin,
let me mourn
the death of
trying to be open
those intertwined feathered hair
silky, smooth and pretty
felt often on me here and there,
let me mourn
the death of
game of tongues
and touch of luscious lips
sensation and arousal
feelings of that first kiss,
let me mourn
the death of
that whisper of love
those breathlessness bellow,
cuddling and embracing
and what else don't know.
let me mourn .....
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