Sometimes late at night
I gaze at the sky and
wish upon the stars
that you love me as I do you
I want to explore you
mind–soul–and body–
and not let it end.
The wind blows through my hair
I imagine your touch the thrill is exhilarating
and leaves me breathless
Sometimes I become frightened
because I almost slip and tell you
I fear your not ready
so for now
I will just pretend
and continue to wish upon a star

By Purple Haze


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