It’s another lazy Sunday afternoon,
The breeze picks up, clean spring air
I’m alone again, ever lost in hoping
Clouds roll in, you can almost smell the rain
I think of you, eyes closed
Skin shivers in the mist, skin prickling with a chill
Remembering your touch, so gentle to me
The call of nature, spark of light
Later when the thunder rolls strong,
Feel the power in my bones, shaken to the core
Wanting to go back, just to dance into the moonlight one more time
My heart races, breath caught in my throat, straining to see
You’re home
one hundred words, one hundred ways i want you
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