Face in my dark

I wrote this when I was 15 -in January of 2000- about the first man I ever truly loved.

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I wish you had a face,
but the shadows cover it.
I call a name that's yours,
the words burst through my lips.
A warmth starts in my belly,
and spreads to inside my thighs.
My breathing starts getting raged,
and squeezed closed are my eyes.
My hands cover my breasts,
my hips thrust in the air.
My body's covered with sweat,
and matted to my shoulder's my hair.
The moan from the ache I had,
is glazed by a thin layer of dew.
My thirst to taste your body,
is quenched only by you.
When this blessed ache subsides,
I pray for death to come.
Because nothing's as good
as being loved by one.
I let loose a tiny sob,
that I shouldn't feel yet.
But it comes when I realize,
that it's you I couldn't have kept.
I love you with heart, mind, body, soul,
so much that I am stark.
And cry because it's only a dream,
this face that's in my dark.