Longing
it's now the descending afternoon
of some cold February Sunday
I, on the couch, read my book
as lowered sun glints on its pages
my mind however is upon you
and I think how great t'would be
to be spooned together, here now
under covers, dressed up lightly
for me to put my hand upon you
feel you warm within my palm
and you, to turn unafraid and smile
wishing only that I go further on
© Goode Guy 2012-02-12
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