I dream of you,
I sit,
ponder,
possibilities,
of what could be.
Running,
my fingers,
through,
your hair.
Touching,
your cheek,
your neck,
your hand.
Placing my hand
in yours,
squeezing,
gently,
just a slight,
reassuring,
pressure.
To show,
how I care.
I look,
into your eyes,
you look,
into mine.
In unison,
we smile.
Blissfully,
oblivious,
to the world.
Take your hand,
lightly,
press it,
to my lips.
Take you,
in my arms.
Hold you,
close.
Kiss,
your neck.
My lips,
lightly,
brushing,
your skin.
Breathing,
your aroma.
Look,
deep,
into your eyes.
Gently,
softly,
place my lips,
upon yours,
taste,
your sweetness.
The pressure,
of your lips.
Our tongues,
dart,
eager,
to indulge,
in each other.
Run
my hands,
down,
your spine,
feel,
the roughness,
of the cloth,
in contrast,
to the softness,
of your skin.
My hands,
wander,
all over,
your body,
touching,
feeling,
caressing.
I grasp,
at buttons,
to release,
the passion,
within us,
building,
to a crescendo.
Then
I
Watch you,
I dream of you,
I ponder,
possibilities,
that can never be.
We exchange,
glances,
suggestive.
Smile,
briefly,
shyly,
knowing,
it can never be.
Our love,
forever,
confined,
to fleeting,
touches,
little smiles.
As I die,
in a sea,
of unattainable,
love.
mudcrow
June 17 1999
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