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I miss the smell of your sweat cause twas like rose water to my nose.
I miss the way beads of those rolled down to your navel and disappeared.
I miss the way you contracted your abs to impress me.
I miss the weight of your arm around me.
I miss the random graze of your fingers on my skin.
I miss your minty breath on my neck.
I miss the way you part your lips.

I miss the chill your hoarse voice sent to my body.
I miss the vibrations of your intonations.
-A.S

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