I dreamed about you last night. Twice. The same thing - twice.
I'm against the wall, perhaps sitting on a ledge and you approach me with purpose. Your gaze is locked and you lean in for a kiss, but I turn my head and now you're breathing into my neck with eyes closed for a moment missed. Our bodies touching, clutching. We're so close. I stare at my hand grasping your arm, fearing you'll pull it away, shocked at the desire, the heat, the longing.
And before I'm ready for it to end, it's time for a new dream.
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