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Thursday, September 9
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| Sweet Gentle Caress |
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The minutes they go by and by...
The days go on and on...
The months that past so slowly,
seem short compared to the time away from you.
The day turns into night,
The long hours to wait until the dawn.
Here without you in my arms.
The Autumn breeze turns to winter, oh so cold.
My longing for your kiss, that sweet gentle caress upon my lips.
That sweet and warm embrace
by Steven Beesley |
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