To be where you are
In the literal and all things beyond
To smell the scent of your being
And the nape of your neck
The ripe of your flesh
Sweat beading and pressure climbing
Pulse pounding and hearts binding
Caught in the throes of five minutes from forever
Stuck in the reality of five minutes or perhaps never
Anytime is better than never having felt a touch so sweet
To gaze upon eyes so thoughtfully brown
They cast shadows that echo yearnings that dispel disbelief
Trapped in a hollow dream
Content to remain wherever it is you are
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