"And mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed
and the taste of being true
with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch?
See I don't know.
But I saw so much of me in you,
the me I've missed, the young and free in you.
But still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean
anything about my needing you.
But I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure,
and still my dear beyond this bed and that door,
to be honest, I fear I just don't know."
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