Laying here in my bed,
Wrapped up in crimson sheets,
Staring at the clock,
and wishing you were here with me,
My head hits the pillow,
As the fan blows cool air
onto bare skin,
Restless and wanton,
My thoughts soar back to that night,
Remembering your touch,
Hands, lightly caressing,
Setting small fires wherever they landed,
As addicting as any drug,
and twice as potent,
You had me the moment your lips brushed mine,
My first real kiss,
From someone I never expected,
But secretly dreamed about,
for quite some time now,
god, I wish you were here with me,
But, we are miles apart,
They say Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
But I disagree,
It also makes the kisses sweeter,
And the scorching heat hotter,
Until we see each other again,
I bide my time,
and close my eyes,
Against this brutal anticipation,
Sweet Dreams, to us both...
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