Nostalgia short poem

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Don’t forget,
our passion of yesterdays.
Elevated beating of our hearts.
A gentle breeze against my face.
Caressing ever so softly.
A fine mist of rain,
Your touch is refreshing to my skin.
Thunder booming, getting closer and closer,
our bodies together.
A bolt of lighting shooting down in the night sky, electrifying.
Pure desire.
My silky skin entwined in yours.
I can taste your sweetness on my lips.
Like drinking a glass of fine wine, Intoxicating,
Left breathless.
The memory forever a part of me.
Never to fade.
Don’t forget our love.

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