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Aug 2015
I yearn for a women's touch that I can not have.
The need in me is so solid,
So strong.
I want to hold in my arms what feels so right.
But down deep within me I know its wrong.
I cry out her name,
When the moon is high.
If she'd only come to me and give my heart a try.
I want to enfold you inside myself.
Feel you touching the fever in me.
Hold my heart in your arms,
For someday we'll be together.
We'll be more than secret lovers.
The sunrise rotates the misty blues of the morning.
I hunger for the touch of someone dear to me.
The fever in me is getting stronger with each sunrise.
I reach out during the night to only find emptiness.
Her smile is branded in my memory.
Her eyes will live on in my heart.
I knew it was you.
Your the one I wanted,
The one I needed,
Right from the start.
Don't walk away from me again,
I want to be more than just friends.
What will it take to make you mine?
Walk in and love me.
Let the fire explode between us.
Melt this hurting with your touch.
Wash away these tears,
Because I have cried to much.
I smell your scent around me,
I know your close by.
Look through my soul with your eyes.
Feel the tremble beneath the covers.
Tonight we'll mold into one.
Someday I promise,
We'll be more than secret lovers.
Written by
John michalski  Indiana
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