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I miss your lips and your kiss, the feel of you in my arms divine. I'd yield my bread and roof as well in earnest to make them thine. The loving fit of your hips inside my hands draws gales of love and dew-filled kisses that you may know what happiness you bring me. The world may not care of where you are, but oh the difference to me. |
Copyright ©2013 Ashi Shadow 5/25/13 on PM
Last few lines are a copy of "She dwelt among the untrodden ways" by William Wordsworth.
"Gales of love" = change in breathing, and "dew filled kisses" is envisioned as slightly wet kisses to the eyes.