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Your lips, your hands, your chest, other things.

I miss the way you look at me when we are alone.

And how do I look at you?

Like I am the only thing you see.

Sometimes you are all I wish to see, all I need.

I want there to be more of those times. Where it is only us and we are all we need.

I would not say no. Perhaps a night alone?

Say when and you will have it.

The soonest I can have you to myself?

Tomorrow night. Meet me at your store.

I will be there.