lust, craving, missing,eagerness, yearning, ungering, thirsting, starving, desiring, wanting, wishing ....
all these words can never express what I am feeling inside my body
the pulse is growing with every image in my memory
there, yes, there ... it makes rounds and rounds, producing a circle of yearning
the only thing I can do it's open my month....somehow this helps me grasp more of it's flavor, remember more
I feel like biting ...my lips, my hair, my hands ...
pain and pleasure
but I am just touching my lips... in the hope of helping them to calm down
I run my hand through my hair and then I let it free ...even my hair knows my lust
but he, my king, knows what I need
and I, his queen, know what he needs
a kingdom for a touch
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