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Sitting in this place,
I begin to trace the air
In the shape of your frame
My arms miss you
Hands starting to itch, they are wanting to frisk you
My skin wants to feel the warmth of yours
Your skin upon my skin is what causes these chills to tremble
I know you feel the urge also
So act on that impulse
That causes your pulse to begin to rise
I won’t mind
Sitting in this room,
Missing you and … wanting to…

Jay G