it's coming love, the nearness of the day is growing,
my anticipation, too, is mounting as i think
of how i'll lie with you, and oh, such love
i'll make to you. i'll run my fingers down
your cheek and kiss your forehead- i'll
press myself to you oh, so tight, 'til every
inch of me is wound around you and my skin will
turn snow-white beneath your healing hands
and tender lips. your arms, your legs, your
hips- so young, so strong...it seems an eternity
until they'll gently sleep and lay with mine,
to think at last of such reality is maddening,
but still, it's coming love, and won't it be nice?
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