I always dream of holding you
Pressing our body against mine
Feeling your warmth
Your softness,
Tasting your taste
When we kiss,
Always on the brink
Of a plunge I am
Reluctant to take
The build up to that
Moment as good
As the climaz,
Like an old movie
Where the hero
Wins the girl
Yet before he has
His way with her,
The holding, the touching
The tasting, tender
Mercies we feel
When we ache yet
Have not engaged,
Fingers feeling the
Soft places,
The rest of me aches
To reach,
Finding intense
Satisfaction in being
So close, yet
Not fully emersed,
The thrill of the dive
Before hitting
The water.
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