Longing

Wanting

Connected

Smothering

I breathe

Suffocate

Glimpses

Gyrate

Making tunes

In your head

Swaying  hips

I detest

Supple lips

Feel your touch

Oceans away

Hair so rough

Torn between

You can’t fathom

Connected we are

Blind souls of passion

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