At what point does craving become crazed
The crossroads of desire denied and utter despair
Tactile memories conspire to keep me on edge
A raging fire that consumes – has consumed all fuel in its wake
I am left with the taste of you on my lips
The feel of my hands on the ghost of your sweat slicked back
Controlled, maddened by this aching, insatiable impulse
My hunger grows and my desire hunts you tirelessly over the miles
~ kei
7 March 2016
Beautiful and eloquent!
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Thank you, smiles
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