I dream
not of wealth
or fame
but of you
and me
my hand
following your soft
jawline
guiding you
closer to me
my digits wrap around
and stop
but you grow closer
still
Your eyes
close
mine as well
and it is then
when your lips
touch mine
I feel your palm
holding my chest
this is my heart
run rampant
as I try to take
back control
from it wanting
that what I must
patiently wait
and
earn it
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 11:25 PM UTC
I dream
not of wealth
or fame
but of you
and me
my hand
following your soft
jawline
guiding you
closer to me
my digits wrap around
and stop
but you grow closer
still
Your eyes
close
mine as well
and it is then
when your lips
touch mine
I feel your palm
holding my chest
this is my heart
run rampant
as I try to take
back control
from it wanting
that what I must
patiently wait
and
earn it
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