I long for your gaze...you who knows
my thoughts and desires.
Speaking with many I see only
your lips... not saying a word, but
relaying everything I need.
Through the noise I feel your whisper...
caressing my ear, my neck,
my throat, my breast.
I need you near, standing close...
the burn of your touch,
the taste of your kiss.
Pulsing music beats harder, faster...
the dance escalates the ache,
missing you, wanting you.
The ghost of you swirls all
around me...promises awaiting
your return.
Amidst the crowd pressed against me,
I dream of you...hoping you dream
of me, too.
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