Anticipation of your touch, in the days before. I walk about, not quite sure of where I'm going. My mind is eaten alive by thoughts of you, standing lost in the street, in a doorway, and the breeze blows through, and thinking of you, even the wind has the hands of a lover.
Reason for writing:
the days when you know that you're going to be with someone, but it hasn't happened yet. that whole heady, can't think of anything else feeling. everything takes on a sensual undertone
Birth sign: Aries
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