In this realm where touch is but a wish,
Your essence bridges miles, a fervent dish.
I dream of warmth, your skin against mine,
A closeness that defies the span of time.
Your hair, a whisper, soft upon my cheek,
In dreams, it’s your scent I seek.
The murmur of your voice, a tender balm,
In the stillness, a velvet, soothing calm.
Your presence, a promise, both bold and clear,
In every whisper, I feel you near.
The thought of you, a dream so sweet,
In my heart, where our hopes and fantasies meet.
From lips to skin, an unquenched desire,
Your essence, the fuel to my fire.
Though distance dares to keep us apart,
You’re always here, cradled in my heart.
In your eyes, a universe unfolds,
A gaze that warms me, binds me, holds.
Through windows to your soul,
I find,
A mirror to your heart, your mind.
Yet, for all the dreams that night does spin,
It’s you, in flesh, I yearn to let in.
To break the bounds of miles, to finally see,
Your touch, your taste, and you next to me.
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