Your Name Miss? Poem by Amelie Summers

Your Name Miss?

I feel her hand on my body
Making me feel things I didn't know about
Couldn't dream of
Couldn't hope of
Couldn't think of
All I see is her
Her hands
Her Breath
Her hair brushing in places I dare not mention
She is a stain on my brain
My clothes
Her bed
I think of her every waking hour
Every waking night
I can't sleep when she is...
I hope for her
Hope, hope, hope
She returns
But she won't return
Was she real?
I don't know
But I dream of her
I need her
Even if I don't know her face

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