It is all because...I yearn
For your fingertips on the skin of my forearm
Or dancing deftly through my beard
For the softness of your lips on mine
And holding you close to me
For the scent of your hair as you lay against my chest
Even for your feet in my lap as I watch you read
Pretending to read myself but wrapped up in the sight of you
But mostly I yearn for your heart, soul, and spirit
The warmest and kindest I've known
And for conversations that have us so entranced that we barely notice
The passing of hours
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