imbrued with all the scents of my perfume and sweat

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In your bed, imbrued with all the scents of my perfume and sweat
Every word, every sound that I uttered in the stale afternoon
In your head, raw with all the memories you can never forget
Every touch, every shiver that took place in our cocoon

In your gaze, I notice the tremble of a nascent love
Every glimpse, every glance a testament of a just learning heart
In your daze, I see the flashing birth of tomorrow's crooning dove
Every dream, every thought of yours transforms into our start





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