if I sit and think about it,
I can even bring to mind your scent.
and the thousand rich emotions it stirs.
the first thing that comes to mind is love.
like having a warm bath on a cold day,
the emotions run over my naked skin
just like your fingers.
I imagine your hands on soft, secret places,
caressing and stroking and
lighting the fire in my hearth.
happiness is a part of it too.
and there are still butterflies
in my chest, all aflutter,
when I haven't seen you in a while:
that could be just a day.
I count the days until I return to you,
and with each lowered number,
my heart beats a little faster,
a little stronger.
I can imagine the intensity when I am in your arms again.
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I'm getting excited about seeing you again (not that I wasn't before, it's just becoming more tangible now)
How can I improve this?
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The intensity of the warmness around the each word is the strength of the beautiful poetry..Indeed an effecitve impact is seen here..
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