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Mirrored Images

A confession of what I do most every night...
I’m shirtless, it’s late at night and I’m sitting alone on my bed
Cool sheets gather at my waist
I look up, and stare at the mirrored doors across the room
I look at myself - and smile

I know it is strange, this thing that I do
But I just miss her so much...
And doing this, pretending that she’s smiling back at me
Helps me before I lie down and try to go to sleep without her

It’s been forever since I’ve wrapped her in my arms
And so I dream and I pretend...
I fantasize that it’s not my eyes that I am studying right now
It’s the eyes of a goddess, the one who holds my heart in her hands

I want to reach out and pull her to me
To have her lay her sweet and tender body down right beside mine
How I long for I need her
This woman whom I love

Soon the light is extinguished and the room is pitch dark
Nothing can be seen, not even my hand in front of me
Though there is no tangible evidence
I am confident in this one thing

She is here with me; I can sense her, taking in her sweet aroma
I pet the length of her back with my hand while the other lifts her chin up
Until our tongues dance wildly inside each other’s mouth
And at last, we are together again, just as we were meant to be

It never fails to move me... Finally I whisper into the darkness
“Good night baby, I’ll see you in the morning!”
A smile spreads across my face, a joy-filled smile, a contented smile
Then I close my eyes and I’m off...
To capture my dream and bring her on home where she belongs

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