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I miss you when you are not here,
When night creeps in
And friends fade away
When the clock ticks by the seconds of an unfocused life

I feel you when you are not here,
When my chest aches
With the beating of a phantom heart
Torn from it's place by romantic combat.

I taste you when you are not here,
When love-parched lips cry for quenching
And words fail meaning,
When the memory of your gourmet kisses tease my taste.

I hear you when you are not here,
When skin whispers 'cross skin
And silence is enough,
When lazy afternoons fill with the soft symphony of your embrace.

I smell you when you are not herer,
When scent frees desire,
And desire stalks your memory
When one stray fragrance excites me,
Of skin and hair, breath and perfume, sweat and sex,
Envelope me in the potpourri that is you.