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This poem is very dear to my heart. This "affair" has being going on since I was 11. |
| The feel of you pressed against me The coldness of your body Sends chills up my spine I love the way you say hello Getting warmer as you rub closer I never want you to stop Each time you say hello You poke me with your tip And I know it is real You leave your impression on me Every time you say good bye I love to see you drip My eyes widen to see you And the deepness you go Sends me into shock I have to hide you and I hate it I know you know why You are the affair I can never stop |