i'm left with
the taste of passion on my tongue
the hope of exploring
a loving touch
the satisfaction of searching for an immaculate gift
hidden within your body, untouched
waiting to be enjoyed and indulged
the yearn to fill my hunger
that can never be filled enough
the physical raptures of your love
i'm left with you
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I Tried Poetry
Ciencia FicciónAn abundance of little poems about random lingering thoughts. https://www.youtube.com/VictoriaMyNameIs
