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I miss touching you…

I miss long kisses and moist nights with cool wine, and bright stars.

I want to listen to the soft sounds of guitar and gentle drums with you.

Do you remember the sand on your toes?

I remember the salt on your lips, and mist in your hair.

Recalling your sun darkened arms around my shoulders made me feel small and protected.

We pressed our way into the night, and waited for the morning.

And made love before coffee.