I touch my lips

I touch my lips

I think of your lips touching mine.

I touch my beard

I imagine running my beard on your neck as I kiss your ear

I touch my arms

I  imagine my arms holding you

I feel my heart

It softens as I think of your face

I help a stranger

I know it would make you smile

I try to love myself

I know it makes you happy

I see the world differently with your eyes

I am full of wonder and joy

I touch my hair

I imagine yours in my fingers

I smell my pillow in hopes of finding your scent

I wispher your name good night

I close my eyes and dream of a time that is ours

In my dreams

I touch your lips


©The autobiography of Mr. Perfect, 2018

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