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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.08.19.35.19191]] |
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I linger like the dew on a humid morning Unwilling to evaporate and lose the touch Your words linger in the recesses of my mind Long after the conversation has closed Your scent lingers throughout the room Fragrant and haunting The touch of your lips lingers longest Where you gently placed them upon my own Like the dew in the heat of day They are gone, to be renewed at dawn Kiss me once more goodnight, then reach over there and turn off the light |