Yearning

I can feel her soul,
I can feel her taste,
I can envision my tongue in between her thighs,--
I can feel the touch of her juicy lips.--

Her Devine smell,
As the universe keeps turning,
Thy-self is yearning.--

Yearning for her.--
Tormented by the thought of her.---
Waiting for the day I no longer imply my intentions to bring her to thought.--

Until then,
I yearn to meet again.

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