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As I lay in darkness, Dreaming of the light that eludes me, I imagine my soft caress, Traveling down her perfect back. My hands slowly work her warm skin, Rhythmically banishing the tension. Her delicate form relaxes, Her consciousness floating free. As I ease my self down next to her, I smell her luscious scent. Her hair, her breath, her all, Seeping through my awareness. And as I hold her deliciousness close, An ache of purest desire permeates me, If only this were more than a dream, If only she would grant me her favor. As I lay in darkness, Dreaming of light that eludes me, I tremble a little as the sadness sweeps me, And I resign myself to dreams, only dreams. |