I need to feel your fingertips on my face, I want to see your eyes in the early morning light.
For so long my body has yearned for you. My soul cries out where are you?
In my dreams I can feel your soft touch, and know what it means to be a man.
You are the wine, I am the carafe, without you I am empty. I long to hold you in my arms, to smell your hair, and see myself in your eyes.
To share my hopes and dreams, and all that is mine, I give it you.
Let me hold you for the moment, before I wake up from this dream.
Where I held you, touched you, loved you, and was complete.
Author,
James
