Enough. 4th.

My hand your breast,
Your head on my chest,
A special vulnerability shared only by true lovers,
Or so I thought,
Our hands entwined,
A special moment in time,
One that may never end,
Or so I hoped,
Time never mattered when I was with you,
For you there's nothing I wouldn't do,
I was finally enough,
Or so I believed,
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