#2
even in my dreams,
your image appears
as if
some magnet is trying
to draw me back
into your consciousness;
your voice drifts...
in soft, flowing patterns,
awakening my senses
as if
and our fantasy was
us being parted;
alive and real,
I feel your touch on me,
reaching out to embrace the
intense passion holding us
victims to our desires.
December
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