Have I told you my
fantasy? I wake with you
every morning.
Duck calls, loud, angry.
Alone at 2 a.m. Why?
It's family gone.
Car sounds on wet roads
bikers' rumble. Door clicks. Voices.
They laugh. More rain falls.
Say it. Can't? Won't?
When words, actions disagree,
remember: mouths lie.
That's it... run your hands
over me. Make me feel loved
or at least wanted.
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