Wanting

In honour of World Poetry Day, I thought I would post the first poem I have written since high school. 
Be kind.

Wanting

You know me. 

You know what makes me tick.

The musk of your cologne lingers

My head turns

The heat of your skin a tease

The closeness of your body torture

I feel you

Our eyes meet

My breath catches

Eyes cast down, my heart races

Your fingertips along the back of my hand as you pass

You are gone

And you leave me here. 

Wanting.

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