Apéritif 1: An End to Impatience
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Last night I dreamt of your hand splayed across my waist;
Fingers grasping gently at my hip; breath skipping past my cheek.
There's a certain beauty to the dance we've orchestrated:
Desire tempered by restraint,
tempered by impatience.
I'm done waiting.