The Wait
Haunted by the memory. The heat of your breath mingled with desire, never felt. The whispered words of want lingering in my thoughts, unheard. The ravenous touch that lights every nerve beneath the surface, unkindled. The union swallowing every corner of my soul, unknown. These torments lie dormant, restless, scratching the surface of my dreamscape memory.
I’m waiting.
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