I remember every caress of yours

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I remember every caress of yours,
like an echo that can still be heard,
like a sigh that never fades away,
your voice in the wind, sweet and clear.

Your hands left paths
that my skin will never forget,
caresses like shadows
that nestle in my being.

The touch of your fingers,
a whisper on my skin,
draw in my memories
a map of honey.

Every night I wake up,
with the sparkle of your gaze,
and at dawn,
I return to your embrace to dream.