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An affair of the heart. |
Until When I think of you, it makes me sad, This memory of love, I once had. It pains me deeply, to love so much, And can't even tell you, except with a touch. I hope you felt it, I hope you heard, The unspoken feelings, the unspoken word. A gift, you gave me, to know you that way. You are so special, I wish you could stay, With me forever, side by side, Expressing our feelings, not having to hide. I see your image, still in my head, Lying on your back, from the side of my bed. Your soft blonde hair, draped to the side, Your calves on my shoulders, your legs spread wide. Your breasts of perfection, the nipples you twisted, Such beauty in motion, I never knew existed. I had to hold back, as long as I could, You fit so well, and felt so good. The wanting I felt, when I was in it, I miss so much, this very minute. I think of you often, I dream of you still, An emptiness, I must endure, Until. Doug L. |