Oh, I wanna run from the fact that you make me wanna love you.
I wanna know your soul and dust away your pain.
I want to escape from your eyes when you look at me.
Oh, I can imagine you, giving me little kisses on my cheeks while I lay next to you, quietly, holding my breath so you won’t take it away.
“Come here? Why are you so far from me?” I whisper. I think, I wanna feel your warmth.
This is something like energy. I feel you and you feel me.
With miles between us I can feel you feeling me. It’s just like energy.
I can smell your emotions coming my way without even looking.
This is us.
Something like, connected at the soul. Could you be the missing part of me?
Passionately I consume your image into my memory and dream of you constantly while we carry artificially simulated relations and I make love to you like the first time in my imagination cause I breath you whenever I see you and I need you whenever I miss you I crave something to hold you by and something to smell you by and something to feel you by like your hands and the way I rub them passionately because I just want to kiss each finger then kiss below your lips and linger for a long time or perhaps a hairsbreadth longer than long because all it takes is one smile from you and I wanna stay a while to make sure you don’t forget me and to ensure no limit to the memory of the way we share something so innocently lovable and how it’s impossible to forget you.
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