bruised knuckles

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as i am viewing the trees that are peacefully swaying in the wind

resting on top of the mountains that hold me captive here.

i get lost in my thoughts;

my thoughts about the love of my life, wondering what he's doing,

wondering if he's thinking of me too,

wondering how his day was- how it's going,

missing him and longing for his touch again.

i do this everyday.

i just get so submerged in my thoughts about him,

i'd do anything just to hug him right now.

i miss all of him, to the top of his head to his toes

his masculine, yet sweet smell,

his defined and soft bare skin against mine,

his smooth, silky hair that always falls in the right place,,

him.

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