Thinking of those soft rosy lips of yours
Pressed against mine...
Desperately trying to steal the breath from my lungs,
And I wonder if I should succumb
To the urgency with which your soul beckons to me...
To the urgency with which my body needs you...
And I sit here, motionless, for another hour,
Watching the moon change it's colors
And turning with it, thinking of you.
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