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>lying awake with sore eyes
not allowing myself to fall asleep
feeling your chest rise and drop with every breath
wondering how you can only at night be so peaceful

i shoot my thoughts into the darkness
silently i invite you out for coffee
under evening sky we count all the stars we can see
aroma of tobacco surrounds us
familiar smell of your shampoo
intoxicating

burying my fingers in your hair
i feel your hands on my hips
the warmth of your touch
legs entangled
..and yes, i want to make love to you.

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