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It began with a tingle,
deep inside my soul,
coming out to find you,
now you make me whole,
what once was a tingle,
now burns me deep inside,
thinking of you daily,
not a moment passes by,
without you and I together,
within my own minds eye.
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Kisses up and down your spine,
like whispers in the wind
Lightly passing out from mine,
the love from my lips,
Touching softly, holding close,
your skin to mine
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feelings left unnamed,
unconstrained by words
for what I feel for you
can only be muted by nomenclature,
what words are there for life,
the true feeling of being alive
no words spoken of the mind can describe
what is easily spoken with the soul
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