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    Us.


    I yearn for your lips,
    And crave for your voice as it coos.
    I burn for your hands on my hips,
    And think of all your "I love you"s.

    Dreaming of us alone;
    And your hand is within mine,
    We kiss as you moan,
    And we awake to a sun that shines.

    We lie in a bed as one -- not two.
    You hold my body against yours;
    As I caress my lips upon you,
    I'll heal all your sores.

    I'm all you dream,
    You're all I fantasize.
    Is this what love means?
    Or is it the look in your eyes?


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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    WishfulPoet94’s Poems (28)

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