I have longed to lace my fingers thin with your own they are artists hands, long and lithe I like how big they feel in comparison to my own I have longed for 3am conversations with your eyes they are deep and mesmerising laying my soul naked in your gaze they tell me secrets our words could never voice I have longed to feel your breath against my cheek a whispering cantos to sooth my skin that threatens to leap from my body and wrap itself around you like ivy up a weathered trellis I have longed to dance with you under a crescent moon a gentle breeze that caresses our nudity and your lips that leave a trail of goose bumps on my wanting flesh I have longed to kiss you to kiss the lips that murmur softly in the fantasy I have woven for us a world were only you and I exist I have longed to hurt you to ravage you with this unchecked passion that bubbles and spits like Vesuvius impossible to contain And I will go on longing playing make-believe until you can paint me real with the black ink of your pen .Birth sign: Scorpio
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