Behind my eyes you linger
on my lips, the sweet kisses we never shared,
I have never touched you,
never been held you,
never tasted you,
never
But every night in solo fevered passion i dream of your embrace
of your hands touching me there, and there
of your lips and tongue
of the sweet scent which my dreams promise drifts about you
of the strength in your arms, the fire in your eyes
and in my dreams you tell me that you love me
you tell me that we will be together
we lay together by the fire
or on a moonlit beach
or out in a wild savage place
and you tell me that you love me
Behind my eyes you linger
dreams that promise love and joy,
but I have never touched you,
never been held by you,
never tasted you,
never
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