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Morning

by Bramblerose

I wake... and find you gone...
though I miss you at this moment...
I know that you will return to me...
I turn over and breathe in your scent from the pillows...
that scent is intoxicating for me...
I cannot get enough...

I get out of bed and wander thru the house...
thoughts of you cross my mind...
and send waves of passion thru me...
I tremble and sigh... I need you again... your touch...
your voice... your breath on my skin...
I ache inside...

In my minds eye I can see us...
memories from last night echo...
I see the entangled bodies...
taste again the salt on your skin...
feel again the fire of your kiss...
I am burning...

I get into the hot shower...
almost reluctant to wash the traces of you from me...
again the images crash into my mind...
wet hands glide over slick skin...
touching the places you set aflame...
they cannot be extinguished...

I emerge and dry my body...
hearing a noise I turn...
I see you... in the door
smiling... seeing, knowing...
and at last again... touching...
I am made an inferno once more...


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