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silently tasting you



perhaps in my dreams, awake and aware

or sleeping peacefully in my own nightmares

my soreness aches unbound by the soul of this man.


perhaps it is the sweetness of your kiss

or the curve of your arched back leaning into me

i beg for more, silently needing that one extra touch.


perhaps it is a lifelong desire to smell you deeply

or taste the sweat glimming from your skin

i seek some re-assurance, silently dreaming i was awake.


or perhaps it is the tomorrows i yearn to be

naked floating in the pool, like some karma returning

to the universe we once fell from and the stars become you.


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