Bruce

I dream of you. I dream of silk.
The silk of your touch. Your locks of hair brushing against my face.
I dream of you. I dream of music.
The music of your voice. Your whispering in my ears.
I dream of you. I dream.
I dream of your breath in my neck, I dream of your fingertips running over my skin, I dream of your hands in my back and your body against mine.
I dream of you every night, and night again.
Will this dream ever come true?

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