I tire
I linger
I want
for a sight of you …
I blink
I stare
I desire
for the presence of you …
I drift
I return
I dream
for the touch of you …
I sigh
I pause
I crave
for the scent of you …
I seek
I strain
I yearn
for the song of you …
I purse
I wet
I wish
for the kiss of you.
© Dale Schierbeck 2012
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