september

Eyes close in the ache of a constant crave.
I’m remembering your touch.

Delicate but deliberate.

Remembering your face, quintessentially beautiful.

Remembering the feel, mind open… Body’s open.

Remembering your taste, salty and sweet.

It’s such a smooth collide.

I know not what you want from me,
As I become a beggar lustfully crawling for you.

Wanting you to make my psyche your home.

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