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Thoughts
I wrestle with thoughts of you.
You touch me,
I touch myself.
I lay awaiting
Your arrival,
Only to find I'm
Dreaming.
My hands roam from
Breasts to thighs.
Back to my neck.
I try to sleep,
The thoughts keep me
Awake.
Moaning, sighing,
My senses
Awaken.
I am fully aware that
The thought of
You,
Does this to
Me.
That I do this to
Myself.
Thinking of you.
Thinking of me.
Thinking of a loving touch
That, for the present
Can only be fulfilled
By myself.
Laying awake,
Sleepily.
© Kristin E. Porter
2007
You touch me,
I touch myself.
I lay awaiting
Your arrival,
Only to find I'm
Dreaming.
My hands roam from
Breasts to thighs.
Back to my neck.
I try to sleep,
The thoughts keep me
Awake.
Moaning, sighing,
My senses
Awaken.
I am fully aware that
The thought of
You,
Does this to
Me.
That I do this to
Myself.
Thinking of you.
Thinking of me.
Thinking of a loving touch
That, for the present
Can only be fulfilled
By myself.
Laying awake,
Sleepily.
© Kristin E. Porter
2007
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