They All Leave You Eventually


There are times that I miss you deeply.

It comes like a crisp September wind.

Your eyes, they dazzle all over me,

Then I realize it’s all in my head.

Your lips they kiss me tenderly,

Down my cheeks, my arms, my thighs.

Tingles reside entirely,

That’s when I begin to cry.


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