My Mind At Play 2-22-10
i keep thinking that i smell your skin,
its wafting through my memories,
taunting me to pull you close,
but your sitting at home,
i breath in deep,
hoping it doesnt fade,
wondering why my minds at play,
all i know is i smell your skin,
and im missing the feel and the look of it...
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