Not Goodbye

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One step away my close enough to kiss,
But enough to feel the tension of wanting more.
Intensity of not a inch to miss.
Not knowing what life was like before.

Goodbye was not an option,
One kiss to the neck and in his arms I melt.
This love was not an assumption.
It was real, undefined only to be felt.

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