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She searches his body for a clue
"Does he see me standing here?"
She longs to feel his touch, his kiss
The warmth of his heart so near
It's in the smile on his lips
As he swims in her blue eyes
He longs for more than small talk
Like sparrows waiting for sunrise
His face mirrors wandering thoughts
As he dreams of what could be
Hands and bodies entwined all night
"Could she feel the same for me?"
Fearful of what might not be true
She secretly lusts for him from afar
"Good morning, how are you today?"
(Last night I dreamt you held my heart)
Protective of his deepest desires
Held captive under lock and key
"I'm great thanks, hope you're well"
(I dream of having you, and you, all of me)