My whispering is only an echo ,
of the longing in your heart.
My breath that you feel,
is merely an errant breeze.
My touching your flesh,
is simply your anticipation.
I am not here.
I'm a fictional lover.
We fall together,
into a fantasy of ecstacy.
Our bodies come together,
flesh sinking into flesh,
until we are as one.
Yet,there is only one.
You are alone.
I am not here.
I'm a fictional lover.
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