Senses

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My skin longs for your touch against it. My eyes dream to see you as they open in the morning and close at night. My nose itch for the smell of your deodorant as you get ready in the morning. My ears ache for the sounds of your voice flowing through with soothing words. My lips crave the feeling to be against yours even though they haven't met yet. 

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