Frustration

I lay waiting
wanting
needing
my body to sing.
I lay imagining
feeling
your hands caressing,
your tongue tasting.
My head is reeling,
my breath catching,
my eyes begging.
I know not
if this vision
will come to fruition.
I wait, want, need
for bliss that may not
come.

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