Your Hands

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I dreamt of you again
I dreamt of your hands

One sat politely on the edge
Of my waist as you pulled me
Tightly against you
Your warmth
Leaving me lightheaded
And breathless for more
Of your tender touch

I woke up with a bitter taste of regret
Sitting on my tongue
But, I brushed my teeth and started my day hoping
That I'd forget the feeling of your fingers
On my skin but, the butterflies
That you left
T r e m b l i n g
In the hollow spaces of my stomach stayed
Even as day turned to night
And I felt the tug of sleep at the corners of my eyes,
I still had those pests
W a v e r i n g
Helpless in the pit of my stomach

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