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even now i dream of the sweet interception that breathes the length and breadth of your finger tips dizzy in the soft memories of these dreams i cannot say i am a heretic to my own simple visions in my absolute passion for you i find an emptiness that underlies so much that i never really understood when i feel the unquenchable desire just to put my arms around you i have loved you long and deep in this hellish need for you this burning that i wouldn't be without i have quaked like a god with desire just to feel your skin. © 1998, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |