Every time I fall asleep, a picture of your face bursts into my sight. I see you from under the lids of my eyes, I see your picture project into life.
The touch of your hand is as tight as is the softness of your kissing lips - I recall the last that your lips touched my mouth.
Every time we get together and continue on our secret affair, I know we get together for the joy of getting together: every minute is a special moment. We meet to celebrate who we are and the amazing valor of a woman and her secret love.
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