This self torture
has to stop
but oh, how I wish
it could go on forever
The brief glimpses of you
not nearly enough
but more than I
could ever hope for
The endless ache
the throbbing need
sent spiraling into motion
by the timbre of your voice
Your woman
my man
neither enter
into the equation
This is Lust
Pure and Simple
I want to melt with you
in the flames of passion
Even if it's only once
I want to be engulfed
in the heat of your eroticism
if only but once
To just go over
the precipice of ecstasy
-Once
To die a satisfied woman....
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