The fragrance of you my soul seeks
And heart beats with
Deep sighs til sun takes the moon
Rise and
My eyes speak in past tense
Clearly unsure
But
Unspoken soliloquies erect in my
Position
I await you
My inner thighs dance to the bump of your rhythm
And
I shift in my patience
Anticipation has taken over me
Lately
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