Images

The scent of your hair
I can only imagine.
The caress of your lips
Fill my nightly dreams.
The silhouette of your physical,
Back-lit by the glow of a morning sun,
Awakens my every day.
The beat of your heart,
In response to my own,
Fixates in my mind.
These pleasures I know not in proximity,
But through your beauty I've admired from afar.
And these images
No one will ever take from me,
For they are at one with my soul,
And I am their servant.


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