She can’t shake the feeling of déjà vu
that keeps sweeping over her,
that itching cold finger tracing her spine as
in the heat of the bonfire that had been stoked to a fury.
There, he’s gong to trip over a root and fall on his face.
She’s going to lean over and kiss that really cute guy sitting across from her
as he continues to stare at the bad boy across the way,
watching it play out before her eyes.
Did that mean he was here too?
She swept her eyes across the crowd of people,
looking for the man who had plagued her dreams
so much so that sleep was something she looked forward to.
No where to be seen,
her breath sighing in her chest in some relief and disappointment.
It wasn’t sleep she craved,
it was HIM
She craved his touch like the ocean craves the sandy shore;
her dreams were so real that she woke with marks on her skin
and often in mid orgasm.
Her eyes fall upon a man in the shadows,
his eyes glittering in the firelight
and a smile that made her squirm with fear
He is here
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