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607. I Yearn

I yearn to touch those lips of yours
To taste their wine of sweet delights
If but to caress your hair and feel how soft
Only memories remain of those tender nights
No rose could match the softness of your touch
Nor scarf with the silkiness of your thighs
Your smile did melt my heart with longing
My essence dissolved before your mortal eyes
No longer do I control my thoughts
Your last words still haunt my every day
Though words of love were never spoken
There is no other explanation why I am this way
The giddiness I feel is no longer for those young
My heart overflows with such wonder and hope
Words once easy to speak and say are hard
Thinking only of you makes it now difficult to cope
Yet I’ll bide my time until we next meet
My heart beating faster as the day draws near
For in all my life nothing else matter to me
My life will remain empty until I have you here


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