Evocative scenes of the
moments that are yet to happen. Trembling in my mind every time I think of you.
Bruised hands and grips of our sultry lips. I reach for you but you perish from
my memory. I try to hold you, but you escape. I fall for you the more I listen
to you. My heart is nestled in the safety of your caramel scented words.
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