Needs

May 24, 2011
By Jessica G. SILVER, Aventura, Florida
Jessica G. SILVER, Aventura, Florida
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Flashes of that night
Spear my mind
My breathing turns
Irregular
Your touch
Your smell
Your voice
I miss
Your hands soft
Gentle through my hair
Your lips apart
Interlocked with mine
I miss you
Your skin
So soft
So mine
Your smile wide
Across your face
Is contagious
I miss your eyes
Those chocolate candies
So sweet so innocent
So addicting
I am an addict
Of your touch
Your smell
You voice
I need
You



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