you don't have to be at this place
to be close to me
under cotton blankets
the memories still fresh
when the storm outsides rages
I hear your voice
stroking all over me
your soft sweater
against my hands
your breath in my hair
is driving me insane
like the wild ocean
throughout the whole night
till the mornings first light

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find more of my poems in my book:
"Sonne & Regen auf meiner Haut"

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