Sometimes I awake,
Early morning,
In a half-dream state,
And my mind starts roaming.
I imagine my hands:
they begin to trace
skin, trembling, grand;
Up from your feet;
Down from your face.
I wonder how 2
Put hands in passion’s fire;
run fingers thru a valley of longing,
And caress mountains of desire.
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