Sigh
remembering the graveyard shifts.. hubby worked those for 5 years...
Sigh
Alone again
I sit by the fire
wrapped gently in warmth
I long for your embrace
your tender touch that feels like fire
rushing like wine thru my veins.
Sigh
I miss you so
you also feel it
I see it in your eyes
taste it each soft kiss
join me here, wrap me in your warmth
I in you, my hearts desire.
Sigh
let it be soon...
November 5, 1997
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