Desire

Desire

I find myself
falling against soft pillows,
hugging them close,
wishing they were you.

That one thing
I cannot have,
can never touch,
only dream of.

Your kisses fall short
of my lips,
my body,
I long to taste them.

Your arms hold me,
never touching my warmth.
I imagine their strength,
held back by your tenderness.

I wonder how
two souls can touch,
and yet never meet
except in dreams.

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