A glass of wine, a thought, a cigarette
And another.
Body grows taut, mind enters a state of
white out.
other words, another moment.
Sheets cold, unyielding. again I turn
over. Ache and body restless.
I need . Oh, I want. What can you give me?
Where can you touch me, make this ache
a memory.
Thighs quiver, shaking with desire.
Ache that cannot be slaked without you.
Here, now...
another thought, a sip, another cigarette.
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