The warmth of your breath,
a soft caress.
I feel your heart,
beating in your chest.
My breath on your neck,
and then my lips.
I hear you sigh,
floating in bliss.
A kiss, a touch, a moan, a sigh,
they’re all wrapped up in you.
Each time we’re together,
it still feels brand new.
How do you make me
feel this way?
My thoughts always wander;
you hold so much sway.
Over my thinking, over my mind,
over my body, I see us entwined.
I want you as mine,
as I look in your eyes, so divine.
A tear began to slip down his cheek,
for these were all memories, you see,
as he gazed at her grave
beneath the great oak trees.
Time had passed,
and he had moved on.
It had been five years;
what seemed like eons.
Then he felt her hand go in his;
something substantial she could do.
Truly, a heart can hold the love
of someone old, and someone new.
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