I watch him pass by me, his smile shy his eyes bending the lights so I can see better. He is such a nice boy, with nice hands. I think I would like to touch his black (blackest) hair, so short and soft, like a down thicket. I think I would like to see him smile down at me, not so shyly anymore. I think I would like to touch his skin, just to see if anything has ever slid under my fingers like his skin would. I think I would like to be loved by him, to be drempt of by him, to be kissed by him. I think all of this in a warm slow moment, and then these thoughts are gone. I remember now, who he is, who I am, who we are. I remember that the dream is too far away.Birth sign: Libra
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