Collector of memories

No sense of time
No sense of space
Sitting with you by the sea
Butterflies on the beach
Light twinkles in the distance
Making memories of our kisses
Your wandering hands
Deliciously warm, tenderly soft
I yield to your touches
To compose new verses
Of those dizzying spells

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