She waits and dreams, she feels his roving lips
Her body arched against imagined touch
She gasps and feels his questing fingertips
The close inspection that she wants so much
Two weeks to wait before she feels for real
Until his leave when love can be fulfilled
When hands and lips can seal the final deal
The contents of her heart will then be spilled
And far away he waits and sees within
A vision of his love inside a dream
Against his lips he's sure he feels her skin
The texture of the finest Devon cream
Two lovers torn apart have thoughts to share
Each feel the others presence in the air
Gold trophy winner
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