Need

That moment when you breathe

Your intake of air I can hear

Our eyes meet

Our fingertips touch imperceptibly

I feel your fervor

We move through the crowd

Eyes meeting at intervals and

 With the beat of my

Lascivious heart

Alone in a corner touching my face

You whisper I am the death of you

Your hand on my waist sliding lower

Your fingers touching that spot

Only we know

I cannot remember a time

I did not crave this

You

Me

And the cavernous want

That has rendered me

Useless

Hungry

Yours

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