ImageI am left quaking

trembling at the delight of your hand

lips bruised from that last kiss

sweet with intent and wanton desire

breath quickened, body damp

full of need and hope

I gaze into your dozing face

so gentle in its restfulness

and I wonder what dreams lie there

do you think of me in your peacefulness

does your body crave me as mine does you

or was that kiss enough to fill your hunger

as I am left quaking



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