It matters not if I am far from you
My pulse increases at the mere thought of you
Beads of perspiration collect on my brow
Palms getting warmer as blood begins to boil
Imagine the touch, your fingers scraping my skin
Heightens all of my being, sending pleasure throughout
Your kisses are sweet like fine wine
Quenching the thirst that I have for you
We are together for all time
My Sweet Valentine
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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