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Fever Dream

Love is...

I ache for you…

The memories of you touched into my skin…

It's been so long since I felt the weight of you against me…

That touch… That woman… Those dreams…

You ever know a fever dream to walk through life? Because I have, I have felt it, been consumed by it, and I am bound to it…

Bound, possessed, owned by a woman only a heartbeat away…

I miss her, not just for her passion or her lover's words… But the feeling my dear hope, she is the key to the lock upon which nirvana is home…

Satin lips, delicious sounds that drip in waterfall crashes, burying conscious thought and raging lizard brain roams…

Yes that girl, the girl… The one that stole my heart, and holds it in porcelain pure hands…

I miss her…

Nights come and I still wake, tossing from sleep with lust pounding in my heart, a war drum calling me to battle…

She is of the deep magick…

The primal nether that binds each and every single one of us together, prim and poised, classy and mysterious… A succubus in pearls…

I need her…

I need her touch, her kiss, her passion, her love…

She is more than the beat in my heart…

She is the blood, bone, and sinew of the me that is I… And I know, I know I am incomplete, half a man that walks this Earth in constant want of her…

She is addiction, she is love, she is lust…

She is…

Missed…

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