©1999 by angel

i remember what it was like to touch her
thinking nothing would ever again be so soft
never wanting to let go
tracing her....memorizing her....loving her with my hands
and my hands are lonely now
jealously aching with memories
the way we tangled into each other
somehow finding a perfect fit
hard to tell where she ended and i began
breathing her in
and climbing into heaven
she was soft
i never want to let go

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