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Longing
I lay abed at night fruitlessly chasing elusive slumber.
I think of our fingertips brushing, our touch lingering a bit too long.
I think of our gazes locking, electric heat passing between us.
I think of you, imagine you in your bed alone, downstairs. I long to be there with you.
I long to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you.
I long to climb together to the highest heights and fall into joyful bliss with you.
I long to lay by your side as time plays its tricks and we grow old and withered.
I lay abed at night and think of you, my love.