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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You need to write some more!
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Thanks Garnet. I may just give it a shot.
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This was so good.
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Thank you very much.
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Oh Dear!
That is so good. I could feel it …. the longing.
Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks Johanne! I’m glad that you enjoyed it.
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