Aching for your touch to the point where it isn't a want anymore it's a need. Every thought, every word, every look, begging for relief and receiving nothing to satisfy the growing desire. Electricity sizzling down my spine at the thought of your fingers brushing through my hair, of your lips against my ear whispering to me.
If I grip to tightly to the thought it slips away, and I push the need out of my mind, focus on something, anything else.
Until I see you... and my body begs me to drift closer to you, until I am surrounded by everything you are.
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The Fire Within and the Ice that Burns
Thơ caa series of original poems and thoughts about love and lust
