Thinking of you makes me smile.
Not just a slight grin but a toothy grin that I fight to hide behind my swollen lips.
It's because I'm thinking of you kissing and nibbling passionately on my lips.
Not just a little desire but full blown wantonness that I try and fail to endure.
It’s because your lips remind me of your passionate kisses and where they lead.
Thinking of your arms fills me with joy.
Not just a little happy but full blown ecstasy that I try and fail to contain within me.
It’s because I’m thinking of your arms, holding me tightly against your chest like you’d never let me go.
Thinking of you is all that I CAN do because I’ve never met you.
Don’t even know who you are.
But I can see you…in the depths of my imaginative soul, I can see you.
In my dreams...I see you, seeing me and that let’s me know...
I’m real.
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