My fingers trace your body, soft and still

Such a being as you should not be real

Having stared so long in the prime of night

I witness every curve with perfect sight

Daring not to be so cruel and mean

I resist the urge to disturb your dream

Damning my heart to burn and miss

Something so great as a simple kiss


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