Over the Line

My love
You can not see
My swift
My sway
My hips
My smile
My wrists
The back and forth when my mind is occupied ...
Nor the
Blank stares
Times I hold myself
Touch myself
And pray you were there
Just to witness and testify
That my love comes down
So hard for you
Or the long showers
That give way to red tinged skin
Leaning on the shower wall
Whispering your name
Eyes shut tightly ..
Surely ..
This line won't always do
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