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I want to see you.
 

Know  your voice.
 

Recognize you when you
first come round the corner.
 

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
 

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
 

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part
just the slightest bit,
when I lean into your space
and kiss you.
 

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
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                                       Rumi

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