*Disclaimer: This is about a good friend of mine, please, if you know who this person try to keep this private from them. Much appreciated, and thank you for your privacy!
I see you sitting at the table, drawing, and sketching away
with your handsome face staring intently at your page.
I wonder many a time what it would be like if you
were like me and to be with me.
With your tattooed arm around my waist
and manly chin on my shoulder, holding on
for that moment of bliss and you are apart
of me for that moment.
Your short hair half the color of the sun and the other
the shade of light brown against my cheek as
you and I fall deeply more in love.
To feel your warm body against mine and feeling
your chest, so tan and muscled as we lay together
in bed sleeping soundly after our night of passion in love.
You are breathing steadily on my neck and how peaceful it
does seem.
But, alas, you can never be mine to hold or to keep,
but to be only a friend only a woman would take
and you make her yours.
How I want you to feel that way about me and how
it torments me so.
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