Abide my lust,
for it will come soon.
Care my tender heart,
the blood is minimal.
Notice in my soul,
a nocturnal voice.
Heed ,
it comes near
I can sense the swiftness,
feel the cold.
Drive o’ though inquisitive mind,
the search is not over.
As he runs through me,
caressing the torture,
feeding me lies,
warmth…radiating,
to my undulating hips.
Frenzied,
driving and withdrawing.
I see a horizon,
it is painted in red.
Light cauterizes my lips,
wetness drenches stone,
searching, I lift myself upward.
Pain,
hot and searing,
rips through my groping fingers.
Silence,
I no longer feel the wanting,
it is there.
Waves collide softly and yield to the rocks.
Tear, throb touch, then tingle,
He is withdrawn,
lonely again
I am left.

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