At night his name
escapes my lips
sweet on
my tongue
tainting my breath
Like a fog
he clouds my mind
becoming
my only thought
my center
if he only knew...
I wait
wishing for his
pressence when he's gone
always thinking
of his lips on mine
our arms entwined
his hands slowly caressing
my lines
will he ever show
me he cares
or just use me 'til I'm gone
empty without him
filling me when
with him,
lucky
I know no bounds
dream of him
with me
loving me no end (not even that,
caring would be enough)
My deepest desire
left unfed
lying awake in bed at night
his name
on my lips
his hand on my heart
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