The only one I haven't got over is the one I never had.
And that is you.
Do you want me to describe how I pine for you
How I ache to unravel your enigmatic layers.
How I yearn to write poems on your sensuous flesh.
How I desire to abandon myself in your dense waves. How I wish to cradle myself in your velvety muskiness.
I fantasize whispering your name when you shroud me in your ebony mane.
The determination in your eyes striping away disguises.
Celebrating not just your sexuality
But blinding us in transcendental sensations.
With senses tingling and the unbearable suffering
It's so difficult to push back to reality
And focus on everyday matters.
When the subject of desire is you.
And that is you.
Do you want me to describe how I pine for you
How I ache to unravel your enigmatic layers.
How I yearn to write poems on your sensuous flesh.
How I desire to abandon myself in your dense waves. How I wish to cradle myself in your velvety muskiness.
I fantasize whispering your name when you shroud me in your ebony mane.
The determination in your eyes striping away disguises.
Celebrating not just your sexuality
But blinding us in transcendental sensations.
With senses tingling and the unbearable suffering
It's so difficult to push back to reality
And focus on everyday matters.
When the subject of desire is you.
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