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my breath still charges forth
with heated intent,
my body still aches,
poised just before quivering
and whispers, demands your touch.
i still feel your voice at my ear,
feel the tense longing that carried
such electricity, that belied the potential
fire between us.
how do i set this aside,
this scarlet torrent that has
pained my whole world.
even silvery tongues and thoughts and truths
cannot silence this insistence,
this drive, this need
for something i will be forever denied.
moments pass; worlds shift.
somehow, time will find me free of
thoughts and hopes and lusts and tastes
of what i hate to dream of,
and i will feel the touch of regret
as i turn from such empassioned need.
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