What I want
is more than a nice smile
and nice guys with blue eyes,
I want good hands
to hold me, and lips to kiss my lips.
the smoke blurrs my eyes,
I try to remember how lips
feel. How it feels to look in someone’s eyes
and see him look back and smile.
How it feels to say
I want you. How it feels to feel with more than hands.
But my hands ache from want,
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