I Think of Him

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I Think of Him

I gaze up at the endless azure sky
Splashed with cotton clouds,
The sun bathes my face with warmth.
I breathe deeply –
And I think of him.

I see a child running, happily,
Recklessly, in her excitement,
Into the outstretched arms of her daddy.
She is embraced and kissed gently –
And I think of him.

In the early morning, I lie in bed
And listen to the songbirds
Harmonizing outside my window.
I close my eyes –
And I think of him.

A couple walks hand in hand,
They stop to kiss, to touch,
Unaware of the world around them.
I watch with envy –
And I think of him.

I dream of the ocean – its salty smell,
The calls of the hungry gulls,
The water twinkling like diamonds.
I feel the waves pounding the shore –
And I think of him.

I feel a peace and contentment
That only the sea can bring.
I imagine I am in a perfect world
Where time stands still –
And I think of him.

The days pass slowly,
Predictable in their sameness.
I listen for his voice, I watch for his smile.
I long for his knowing look
His fleetng touch that speaks silently to me.

I wait impatiently for the few hours
When I will have him alone and in my arms.
I dream of all I will do when he comes to me.
I yearn to feel him and to taste him
And to smell the essence of him.

I want him in me, and I want to be in him.
I can’t get close enough to his heartbeat.
I want his body meeting mine,
Like the waves meet the shore,
Ebbing, flowing, pounding, lapping.

Then is time with me is over,
And he goes away
Leaving behind the memory
Of him on my pillow.
And, once more, I think of him.

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hippiedudehippiedudeover 16 years ago
this shows something

there is some possibility here

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