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I’m home and your smell lingers on my clothes, your scent keeping you alive inside my mind, until the next time.

Your kiss the feel of your lips, my drug.
Once too much, one hundred never enough.

The sound of you breathing, wrapped in my arms a lullaby into wonderful dreams,
of smiles and laughter – bursting at the seams.

Being without you is not being at all, time slows, the tick and the tock ever further apart.
Can we deal with this pace, it just seems like such an unfair race?

I’m scared that all this promise will play a dirty hand and I’ll be given my orders like a marching band.
Are these feelings we share here to stay or will you keep me at bay?

A constant battle rages inside light over dark and your playing both parts.
It doesn’t matter who wins but what will happen to my heart?