My feelings about you can hardly be expressed.
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But to this, I make a feeble attempt.
Planning to see you sends anticipation through my soul.
Excitement builds when I'm around you, hoping never to have to leave.
Pleasing you is all I want to do, and knowing that I make you feel good gives satisfaction to my heart.
My fingers caress your scalp, and tingles shoot the length of my back.
When my hand contacts your bare skin, shivers crawl up my spine.
Knowing that you care, sends warmth about my body.
You give me comfort when I'm down, a joy when I'm low.
The touch of your hand carries the feel of love.
There isn't a time of day, when thoughts of you are not present.
Through everything I do, one feeling lies above.
The only way to describe it, is a feeling of pure love.
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