My Thoughts
My thoughts are often filled with longing
Yearning for a love to call my own
Thinking of strong arms to hold me;
Hands so loving they touch my very soul.
Overjoyed by his attentions I turn to face my love.
Unabashedly, I give myself to his lips
Grasping his very essence towards me,
Hungry and demanding; we become one.
To him I am his dream, the one he has long
Searched for; meant to be his love forevermore
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