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romance

The thought of him is driving me wild

Remembering the smell of his neck is beyond bliss

His talk, his walk, his smile, his style

It can’t be compared, it can't be replicated

Not seeing him is like being caged

Surrounded by walls that block out light, air, rain

Caged in this dark space and I can’t break free

But then, he calls

And through his deeply penetrating, intense, seductive, amazing voice,

For a moment, I can see it again

I can feel it again, I can taste it again

Freedom

And then I’m flooded in thought

Thought of him and me

Thought of we

Thought of what it can all be

I breathe it all in and let it all go

Suddenly, I’m a Crested Ibis soaring over plains of ecstasy

And he is the Lion I cannot tame

The King over the terrain beneath me that I wish would just swallow me whole

I long for the sweet smell of his nature once more

I can still feel his lips on mine

He moves within me like a storm

The chaos is addicting and I need more

Tease me

Please me

Release me from this cell

Wicked desires are overcoming

Month after month, year after year

He withholds from me knowing what I’m capable of

Well aware that my intentions of rapture will make us both prisoners

So just like that he’s gone again

Everything he is, is exactly everything I need

But he hangs up and he’s gone, and it’s all gone