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I often dream of you at times like this,

when solitude and silence fill my soul,

for fantasies abound, beyond control,

of deep caresses, touching you, a kiss.

When rain falls soft and lulls a fervid mind,

astray within erotic webs of thought,

I drift to fancied places often sought,

where dreams and wistful images combine.

In reoccurring fantasies we touch,

when skin meets skin as hungry lips seek lips,

and ardent hands pull close impatient hips,

entwining arms and legs in passion’s clutch.

I daydream oft’, whenever we’re apart,

when solitude and silence fill my  heart.