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Those brown eyes
That curve into moons
By the turn of your lips
Into a smile

The sweet tone of your voice
Caresses me in the dark

In the morning past
I smell you
Lingered on my clothes
Like a memory

The subtle taste of coffee
Settled on your lips
That hint of caramel
Like a gift
Given by pursed lips

I glide my fingertips
Down the smooth skin of your arm
Tracing muscles and scars
Your fingers lace through mine
Tightly gripped




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