Memories
I have the memory
Of his lips on my skin
His soft spoken words in my ear
His hands softly on me
It has not been but a while
And I already miss it
It hurts to know
That he'll never again grace me with his caress
Talk to me with his angelic voice
Touch me with those beautiful hands
All he is now
Is a whisper in the wind
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rip17posted on 07/01/2008
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