Feelings wash over me
Like a stream does a stone
Beauty in my eyes
My heart is your home
Space all around
Too much to bear
My hand caresses you
A mirage, only air
How can I stop
A mind of freewill
Longing for tenderness
Craving you still
At a loss for clarity
Making no sense
At a loss for purpose
Using no defense
When will I know
Sensation of touch
Silk and honey dreams
Your spirit is such
My hands are sculpting
Perfection from a dream
Can something be enhanced
Which my eyes have never seen
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