I race,
already hungry
for your face
your hand
your touch
So much you have
to give,
and lavish on me
with such style….
I think of you….
I see your smile…
my heart dances,
prances,
runs, cavorts,
and preens,
as quickly
I do my face,
my hair,
and wait for you
with a myriad of rainbow dream.
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