When I Think Of You
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Category : Poems
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Whenever I think of you,
I think of orgasms
On a Sunday Morning.
Birds chirping outside
And the sun meets the horizon,
As we breathe in unison.
I hear your voice
And see your face often.
Gone are the days
Where I control my hands.
Instead, they whisper
Against my skin
And wipe away tears
Whenever I think of you.
