I see you,
I want to touch you,
feel your skin beneath my hand.
I want to smell you,
as your hair tickles my nose.
I want to taste you,
to know ambrosia.
I see another,
taste her,
smell her,
touch her.
I see her,
and she is nothing.
I long to see you, touch you, taste you.
None can compare.
COMMENTS
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GRTR1
04:25 Dec 21 2019
nice