Dreaming of his kisses

Would they be gentle, or
Would they be rough? Smooth
Expanses of skin, or with a
Scratchy stubble on his chin?
Would it be passionate, fast
And wet, or perhaps slow, a show of
Loving that’s simply sensational?

It’ll never happen though,
So I shall never know.
Yet still I dream of his kisses,
And make a wish, a prayer, that
One day I may have one.

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