Thinking Of Us

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    Thinking Of Us
    I wish that you were touching me
    Slowly, roughly, kissing
    Breathing deep, rapid heart beats
    Touching the depths of my soul
    Feeling like your at home
    In our own sea of pain
    Never knew a love like this
    Even better than your first kiss
    My lips made just for you
    My hips move to your beat
    Fitting perfectly
    in the palm of your hands
    Making love on a bed of white sand
    Blue water crashing at our feet
    It was destiny...that we meet
    Without you my life is incomplete

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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