A gift apart

Although apart,

I hold thoughts

Parts of you

Close to me

The rose petal

Press of your lips

The turn of your

Hips and how

Your ass feels in

My hands

The scent of your skin

Oils against my rough

Beard

A perennial gift

I unwrap in darkness

Share with no one

But you

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