That touch is his (your) lips on her (my) lips
She (I) feels his (your) warm breath
On the back of her (my) neck
And now the weight of his (your) head
Pressing against her (my) chest
As his (your) hands slide smoothly
Down her (my) arms
Then he (you) lets loose a whisper
Calling her (me) "Baby"
Sending shivers up her (my) spine.
I (she) miss such a time
And I (she) wonder
Is it (she) or you (him) who has changed
To make me (her) feel like a different person...
--7/1/06
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