His hand is upon my shoulder
The sensation calms my fears
I am not alone
I look up into his expecting eyes
The altruistic look said it all
I close my eyes
My hair is swept to the side
His lips caress my neck
Is this what love is like?
Sweet, tender, and slow?
I want to memorize these sensations
I want this to last forever
I start to lose myself
The feelings are too pure
I wake up
The face that mattered most
Forgotten
The sensations ebb away
Gone
In a few minutes
I'll have nothing left
Except one memory
The hand on my shoulder
It is my quest.
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