I used to see you in my dreams, so beautifully crafted by the creator just for me.
More than a lover,
a friend I could turn to when I felt that there's no hope for me and my faith was at its weakest point.
Just to hear your sweet soft voice tell that it would be ok and not give up.
To fall into the warm fluid pools of lucid pleasure in your eyes.
How I yearn to taste the sweetness of your lips tasting as sweet as fresh strawberry on
a hot day at the beach.
Of how I desire to feel the firm softness of your breast and gently kiss your nipples.
My heart beats for the day you come to me and I can rub warm oil over your body and release
all the tension and passion we have suppressed for so long
Until then I will wait and bide my time until fait has deemed me worthy enough to have you,
until then my love.
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