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Do you want me? Do you want to touch me? Would you like to feel my body pressed to yours? At night when you fall asleep, do you feel the contours of my body in the pillow by your side? And do you dream as you drift of my figertips caressing every place on your body that longs to be touched? Do you suddenly wake for no reason and hear the whisper of skin against the sheets as if I were secretly stealing into your bed? Do you even whisper my name into the stillness as I whisper yours into your ear in passion? Or do you even think of me at all? As I dream of you brushing back my hair from my eyes before that delicate, deep, neverending sweetness of a final kiss goodnight. . . Do you want me? |