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ECHOES OF HER
"Echoes of Her"
I miss her luscious lips, the way they’d part,
Whispering love, then silencing my heart.
Tantalizing kisses, like fire and wine,
Left a burn on my soul — sweet and divine.
The fragrance of her perfume haunts the air,
Like ghosted memories tangled in despair.
Each breath I take, it aches like a crime —
A scent that holds me captive in time.
Her shampoo’s scent still lives on my skin,
Soft floral echoes of where we’ve been.
It clings like hope I cannot shed,
A trace of heaven where angels once tread.
Her hugs — oh, those powerfully warm tides,
A storm of passion where safety hides.
Wrapped in her arms, I could forget the world,
As love in spirals and sparks unfurled.
But what I miss most, what tears me apart,
Is the beat of her heart against my heart.
A rhythm now silent, cruelly displaced,
By an emptiness only her love can replace.
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tom walsh
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