Oh, Johnny, how I long for your spark,
A magnetic force igniting the dark.
You linger in my thoughts, I cannot refrain, from wandering through dreams where your echoes remain.
Our hearts in conversation, a rhythm in time, Speaking in silence, each beat feels divine.
When our lips meet sweetly, the room starts to sway, Consumed by passion, the world fades away.
A carnal dance, instinctively bold,
Yet in every movement, a story unfolds.
Sensual motions that feel sacred, refined, in the depths of our yearning, it's true bliss we find.
The desire between us, a wildfire embrace, In a bed that we made, we find our own space.
Skin pressed to skin, a moment so real, in our tender cocoon, our souls freely heal.
So here’s to missing your fire, your gleam, to whispers of love, and the promises we dream.
For when we are together, the world fades from view, Johnny, it’s you, just you, and it always been you.
By Maggie Martin
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