~| j u s t . t o . f e e l . y o u r . s k i n |~



even now i dream
of the sweet interception
that breathes the length and breadth
of your finger tips

dizzy in the soft memories
of these dreams i cannot say
i am a heretic to my own simple visions
in my absolute passion for you

i find an emptiness that underlies
so much that i never really understood
when i feel the unquenchable desire
just to put my arms around you

i have loved you long and deep
in this hellish need for you
this burning that i wouldn't be without
i have quaked like a god with desire

just to feel your skin.


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