Was It Just a Dream?

was it just a dream?

I felt his touch, gentle yet guided
His breath against me, warm and invited
Body shivers, awoken spirit alive and longing

My hand through his hair, coarse and thick
Searching for how to speak with no words
Lost in his unknown world

His lips, soft and dry, against mine, moist and sure
My lips press forward, his pull back
He whispers warmly to my ear

Dawn is near, he must retreat back to the night
I can't let go, grasping at nothing, he is no more!
My eyes open, was it just a dream?
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