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Staring into space ~

I can envision your face.

Each line I trace.

Your kissable lips

are felt in my hips.

Your beautiful eyes

are tender and wise.

I reach into naked air,

as if to touch your hair.

Gently, taking the utmost of care.

I feel a surge

emanating where my fingers and hands merge.

It is contagious throughout my core.

Causing my senses to come alive and roar.

Only you can do this.

Cause me to feel such bliss.

If only you were really here.

If only you were really near.

I’d jump into your arms,

and seduce you with my wit and charms.

But ~ that is what I would do

if you were really here.

I slowly wipe away a tear.

I need your touch.

I need it this much.