The morning came too quickly
Once again
I’d been dreaming of you
all night long so, somehow
when you called, I wasn’t surprised
You knew I’d been thinking of you
You have a funny way
of making yourself known
just when I need you…so strange,
but I’m not complaining
It’s an electrical pulse that keeps us
connected
You are a million tiny tremors
that rocket through my body
every time we touch and clutch
the way we do in midst of heat
It’s so hard to wait for next time
I want to call out your name
While we’re wrapped around each other
in loves pagan embrace…
Until then, my dreams will have to do.
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