When I lay down all that is heard is my breathing
my body instinctively curls around the pillow thats there
imagining you, your face ...hands hold me closer
I taste your tasteless lips and think
am I the only one dreaming my desires when awake?
holding this pillow as if it was you
Ill make you real.
Here in my arms
all that is heard is our breathing
slow and relaxed
my heart's beating as yours is now
I can finally close my eyes and really dream
as I suffer against you....
It is, as it ever was
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