So many men that I shall never meet.
Eyes that will never lock with mine
an instant, in a glance that says
that I've existed just a moment
in their consciousness. So many
fingertips that will not spark
a flash of recognition,
a pulsing second of what could be, if...
So many men whose voices I may hear,
whose faces I may glimpse,
whose bodies may excite my fantasy,
but whom I'll never meet,
and who will never meet with me...

Janice Windle

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