Long

Sometimes
All she wanted was something long

Like a long drink of water
On a hot Texas day

Long, hot bath
At the end of any day

A long walk through the woods
Or maybe along the beach

Long slow kisses
As she stood on her toes

She wanted long conversations
With comfortable silences
That came from an easy understanding

Long novels and long movies
That kept her on the edge of her seat
Waiting to see what would be

She wanted to go on long drives in the country
To put both feet on the dashboard
Let the windows down
Play the music loud

Sometimes she wanted a long, tight hug

Long, lazy breakfast
Lingering over coffee

A long embrace
And a longer goodbye

She wanted to live a long, long life

Love a long, long, long time

She wanted everything to be just a little bit longer

Sometimes, long was a really good thing

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