It's back.
The urge.
The same urge.
The urge to look into your eyes.
The urge to hold you once more.
The urge to feel your hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer.
The urge to feel your lips on my neck.
The urge to kiss you.
The urge to have what cannot be had.
The urge that kills me.
If only I could fly to you right now.
The urge.
The same urge.
The urge to look into your eyes.
The urge to hold you once more.
The urge to feel your hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer.
The urge to feel your lips on my neck.
The urge to kiss you.
The urge to have what cannot be had.
The urge that kills me.
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