I Love to Write Senses dulled in the darkened room Is there someone here? A feeling drawing me in A brush on skin like the softest breeze Can you feel me? Closer as hands meet The first gentle touch Side by side with gentle steps Drawn to the same point A door, a... (1)This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
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