My heart would race at the sound of your name
Your presence was always within me.
It was about what we could physically do
It was what we wanted to see.
Our bodies meld into one
A steamy night in Paris.
We held hands in a park in Rome
We didn’t want anyone to see us.
He talked to me of freedom
Nobody giving him a shove.
The moment he walked away
I realized I was falling in love.
Josephine Ranes 
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