My Lullaby

Posted by Brad Osborne on August 7, 2022 · 12 Comments 

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Though our lips have never met

I have kissed you a million times

For each time that I have slept

I partake of you in my mind

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Though absent of your fragrance

You have scented every dream

An aroma of lust and romance

Carried aloft by lurid steam

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Though no touch is rendered true

I can feel it in my head

Fingers trace each curve of you

When I am lying in my bed

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Though I have not seen those eyes

The cold is warmed by their fire

A longing and want unrealized

When at end of day respire

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Though your words never heard

Music of lilt and loving sigh

Echo each and every word

As you sing my lullaby

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