Hold your head
in your hands;
an upturned, saucy, smile
tells me all.
I want to be consumed by you;
each moment,
tied to you.
Your embrace
is what I long for.
Your face,
in my hands....
...Kissable lips,
so lightly,
Longing,
to love.
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