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Sunday, 23 February 2014

Stare

I stare into your soul, 
You feel me see you.
You only hope I want you, 
Can't believe I'm in you. 
Feel no violation, 
Only consolation, 
It's been so long, 
A wait that never ended, 
You hope one day, 
That you would touch, 
The touch of one touching you, 
Not stealing or taking, 
as you've always known, 
A look and a touch all of your own, 
But here? So suddenly? 
With you? So heavenly. 
I don't know what I want, 
But I know I don't have it, 
I want what I think they all have, 
I want what I know I don't have. 
Like in the movies & on TV, 
That's what I want for me. 
So take me, I'm yours, and I don't care, 
I'll try what's newly come out from somewhere, 
See if it can't be worse the rest from everywhere, 
I belong to you, what you wanting me to do? 

©GONZOLECTURE 

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