Around eight o' clock tonight
it surprised me, overwhelmed me --
that insatiable desire
to tenderly kiss your lips
And this whispered memory
wrapped in warm, searching bliss
found its way to my thoughts
lingering there patiently
waiting for your touch
I miss you so much
As the song of us
played in a nearby room
I glanced at the moon settling down
into her night's peaceful dreams
desperately longing for your hands
to gently caress my growing fantasy
I remembered how making love to you
was the ultimate crescendo of ecstasy
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