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Clouded Fantasies

I still think of your skin.
Of your lips on mine.
I still miss your kiss.
Your hands on my face.
 
Our fingers entwined when we’d make love.
the smile you’d give me right before we kiss.
And my lust for you begins again.
 
I don’t know how much longer I can make it without you.
My vice I can’t quit.
Uncertainty of whether I really want to.
 
Time should heal
Yet creates more want.
As memories of the happiness, lust, love and fun we brought to each other
Cloud my mind
Becoming fantasies of perpetual ecstasy.

(2013)

#Love #Lust #Want

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