My Ásatrú Seito Child Poem

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I dream of you
I see your smiling face
Your lost stare
And those intense eyes
I think about our first time
The one that does not arrive yet
I think of your fingers scratching my back
And my bare torso fitting with your hips
In all those words that I could never hear
In those lips I have yet to taste
All my burning...
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