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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