Never will it be us on a distant island,
sprawled out across the white sands,
thirsty for the hand’s eager reach,
while waves crash against the salty beach.
Never will it be us sipping drinks in a dive bar,
stealing glances, linked arm in arm,
swapping kisses in the soft moonlight,
staying up all hours of the night.
Never will we be lovers lost in a rage of lust,
catching our breath between thrusts,
tempting our tongues to tour every inch,
bathing our flesh in sweat as our hands clinch.
Never will smiles be exchanged face-to-face,
nor will there ever be a long embrace
where our pounding hearts could be felt
through our chests—and below our belts.
Yet, we feel as if we know:
our laughter, our pain,
our tenderness, our lust,
our kisses, our touch.
Despite our missed opportunity,
there’s not a day that goes by
without the longing to know more,
where we don’t feel it to our core.
But it's not our time—
not yours, not mine.
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