Our Love Is Torn by Miles, not by Choice

Music: William Glen. Sequenced by Barry Taylor.

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Our love is torn by miles, not by choice. Soon, soon, my darling, I'll be coming home. At night I play your body and your voice, But soon the hands and cries will be your own. I want to love you all the hours we've missed, And do the things I've fantasized for you: Kiss you all the places my mind's kissed, And put you everywhere I've wanted to. My only fear's desiring you so much That dream will overwhelm reality; Time, for both of us, must temper touch So love can once again be slow and free. My mind's already half insane with pleasure; Soon, soon my body will consume its treasure.