There was a time when the night was quiet; and even silence was perverse until you came and put music in my ears and when you left it took to my mind and lingered in my soul.
I looked and searched everywhere for a small, tiny glimpse of what couldn’t be seen; your beauty; that chiseled body’s curves cut to a fault with coffee skin; what couldn’t be tasted; feeling the warmth of your lips and the taste of your tongue on mine.
But I could sense your feelings; hear your thoughts; touch your body in my dreams; through my soul.
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