Yearning,
Sensitive to the slightest touch, I lay here alone.
Early morning, I close my eyes and dream of your fingers exploring my bare skin.
Breathing heavy, yet silent.
Wondering if bodies can be connected by beautiful, sexual, electricity... Through the mind.
The mind is powerful, and we are weak.
Craving, is it possible that you are craving me at this same exact moment?
In tune, like a symphony of rythmic music.
I enjoy this limbo,
For in reality who knows what it would be like if one end of the spectrum was completed.
Isn't there something that excites you about the silence?
My body craves you, your touch,
Your evil, and seductive thoughts,
In the most endearing, and addicted ways.
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