I was thinking of you, inevitably,
then in my dreams you walked, present.
The memory of a caress of yours roamed my skin,
that longs for you with faithful ardour.
I remember very well the route of your hands
on my firm hips, sovereign moments.
Last night my thoughts went out in search of you,
tirelessly trying to find you.
With threads of illusion I have woven your name
on the firmament, lighting me up like a man.
Lighthouse on the alert, I wake up every night
imagining the spell of your voice just for me.
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