There are things that people desire
Things that they don’t have
Things that they need
But there is no greater desire than mine
Your lips upon mine
Your hands caressing my face
Your mouth near my ear, saying you love me and need me
Those are the things that I long for
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tacenda: a book of poems
Acaktacenda (n.) -things better left unsaid... so I write them down, instead. just a bunch of poems i made. cover made by me
