Yearning

My heart beats with the rhythm of the second hand

For I am seduced by your regnant stance

Your composure so aloof and calm

Bears semblance to a quiet dawn

I want to feel your continuous stroke and engulfing embrace

And have the pleasure of indulging in your saccharine taste

I yearn to rub my nose on your chin

With each caress I am less able to function

 

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