After The Five Days Of Bliss

Poem By Bridget Bush

It's hard to control myself when I hear your name or think of you
I've never been this excited about anyone
all day you're at the forefront of my mind
I can still hear the beating of your heart
my ear on your bare chest
your fingers tangled in my hair
I can still feel your tender lips
kissing my eyelids
my heart skipping a beat
I have been spoiled
let me spoil you again
let me show you all I can
how good I would be to you
how nice, how sweet for you
how perfect I would strive to be
I miss your scent
I miss your touch
I miss the feel of you next to me
I miss you, all of you

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