For a minute
for a second
or maybe an hour
sands flow beneath my feet,
the texture warm
like your fragrance,
I`m dying for
that island experience with you,
I`m living for that
waterfall love with you,
my carefulness is the way you sleep,
my hand, your back the way I ease,
the pain is a memory
of the way you breathe,
speechless I am
to why you are not here with me
Loving Me
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