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As I feel the soft bed sheet

You lingered your lips

Inch away from my neck

Aching for more,

I brought mine to yours instead

Your hand caressing my naked back

Made me falter a little bit

But everything of you

Always make me falter anyway

        

How I wish this would last

Until our dying breath

How I wish I didn't have to wish

That this would last

Until our dying breath

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