I would be happy
just running my fingers through your hair
but let's face it—any part of you
would satisfy an ecstasy.
Your touch—
a short or long embrace
lips swimming upon lips
lunging torsos sweating to the music
of the bump and grind.
These happenings
always make my dreams complete
and I find myself overjoyed
an understatement
I'm beyond myself in bliss.
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