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I miss his bare hands,

And his embracing smile,

quietly sneaking from his lips,

And calling me ‘mine’.

On my heels I still feel his feet,

Trying to smooth my skin away,

I inhale his exotic fragrance,

while he withers way…

I love this madness,

when you look at me,

The way you say my name,

I catch myself to hold you now,

but in your love I shy away…..

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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