Craving

It’s been too long since I last felt your touch
A craving for your warmth keeps me up at nights
The feel of your skin hot and flush drives me nearly insane
Sleep cons me into a restless peace
And it seems unfathomable that something so simple
Can have me feeling such a deep craving
But I know, as certainly as the morning will visit in a few hours
I need to feel your heat soaking through my skin again
Nothing will be the same until I am inside of you
Satisfaction will only come
When my craving for you is fulfilled.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
1-03-07…4:18pm
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