i wrap my arms around your waist
wanting to be with you
on April mornings
and evenings in July
wanting you with me, always
these days
i think of nothing but you
of our stars and shadows,
and silent promises,
of all the things we would do
i sleep under the covers
feeling your naked skin
dreaming of your kisses
This is incredibly beautiful, almost unbearably exquisite! Bravo!
Starward