When on my lonely strides
I dream of your
face,
Beaming and gleaming
in
the soft moonlight.
How I long to see it,
Again, and
caress it with both hands,
Blow a lock of hair off your face
Gently, and see
a smile appear.
Trace my fingertips
To
your lower lip
Deciding the right
moment
To cover it with mine.
When my hands drop
To my thighs, I turn
away
From you, to leave
You pull me back
Our
bodies colliding
I shut my eyes, while you
Lift me
off my feet
closer to your heart
And my lips,
parted
Them having waited for so long
For your touch, for you.
I
exhale, dreaming of your face,
I
imagine, just imagine
How I long to see it,
Again...
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