Indian Summer ********** by Lorelei
The Comfortable Couch
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Warm breeze flows around me

As your sweet voice always will

Smoothing back my hair

As your gentle hands would


Leaves bronze as your smooth skin

Tumble to my feet the way

My heart fell at yours

First time we talked


I see us walking among them

Hand in hand in wild love

Laughing and tossing them

At each other like children


For these few days

You are so close

I can almost taste you