Nightmarish awakening
in the middle of night.
In the dream I was lost
and I couldn’t you find.
I am still waiting but
there’s no your palm
to comfort my temple
from fear, from spasm.
There is no your
passionate heaviness,
My shoulders are cold,
there is no evidence
that my nape will ever
feel your warm breath
and cautious touching
with your mellow lips.
There is yet
no your ‘good mornings’,
There is no me
between both your thighs.
Would you be so kind to tell me
If we could fit calmly
each other’s nights?
P.S. Alex Cameron - Miami Memory
between your thighs EN
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