Missing
Missing his touch,
Holding me close,
And never wanting to let go,
Whippers in my ear,
The smell of his cologne,
Kisses so sweet,
Gentle but yet so very passionate,
Listening to his heart beating,
Every breath that he takes,
Allow my breath to slow,
And my heart to race,
The closer the better,
For without his touch,
I would surely fall apart,
Without his love I'd be lost in this big world,
Without him I could never be me
poem by Brandi Dybala
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