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Standing straight, looking out,
concentrating on the look of your face.
The beautiful eyes,
the warm inviting smile, and
the flow of the hair to the shoulders.
A perfect figure of design,
an artist's image made from marble.
Even better than marble.
Smooth silk skin,
the detail in the style,
an image to obsess and revoke.
The compassion in the voice,
the intent in the kiss, along with
the suggestion in the pressing of bodies.
The excitement.
The wait.
The coming of exacting plans to realization.
The physical world building to
and emotional explosion.
To hold.
To feel.
To see again without the aid of the mind's eye.
What a way to end the day.
What a way to feel complete again.
What a way to lose control.
I hate leaving.
The hallway.
The doorway.
The dinner table.
The building lobby.
The train station.
The airport.
These are a few of
the words that describe
anticipation of I, in rejoining you.
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Be careful of reading health books, you might die of a misprint.
-Mark Twain
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