I still dream about your touch
Your hands grasping my bare hips, pulling me closer
The fear in my heart, the anxiety eating me alive
I sometimes dream it while awake
It will happen out of nowhere
In the middle of a conversation
Walking through the store
Seconds from falling asleep
A stifled gasp catches in my throat
I swallow and shiver
But no one knows
I cover it as the cold
And no one suspects that it's really a dream haunting me even when I'm still awake
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