I
Fevered,
encoiled in
each beat
of
You
echoing
fast...
Longing,
intense
As each
thought
of
You
shadows
past.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
II
Stiring
there,
Appearing
where
Desire
never
has
To
wait.
2009 sinnaminsun
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