Him

Hand.
Hands touching.
Oh, how I long for his touch.
To feel the warmth of his body,
as he caresses me.
Soft, gentle, kind.
Begging for your lips upon mine.
Fluid motion, perfect rhythm.
Count it out; 1,2,3.
Loving, happy.
Your smile so blinding.
Know me; want me.
And I'm left dreaming.

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