i want
to see you.
know
your voice.
recognize
you when you
first
come 'round the corner.
sense
your scent when I come
into a
room you've just left.
know the
lift of your heel,
the
glide of your foot.
become
familiar with the way
you
purse your lips
then let
them part,
just the
slightest bit,
when I
lean in to your space
and kiss
you.
i want
to know the joy
of how
you whisper
"more”
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