The mist of clandestine dawn breaks,
Eyes closed, unconscious, can sense you
In bed, I lay in tranquil
Touch, needn't be touched, for its felt
Ecstatic, with mind's eye, beside me, I see you lie
Quilt up, twist, twirl, emptiness filled by memories,
Soft damp breathes, soothes senses and tickles my soul
If this is being far, this is the farthest we can be
Eyes closed, unconscious, can sense you
In bed, I lay in tranquil
Touch, needn't be touched, for its felt
Ecstatic, with mind's eye, beside me, I see you lie
Quilt up, twist, twirl, emptiness filled by memories,
Soft damp breathes, soothes senses and tickles my soul
If this is being far, this is the farthest we can be
Miles wont matter, when heart beats within another
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