Touching
My days are consumed with thoughts.Thoughts of you,
Thoughts of us,
Touching,
Holding,
Caressing,
Kissing;
Thoughts of desires and fantasies,
Thoughts that burn me insde with flames of desire,
Burning me up,
Tearing me down,
Consuming me,
Enveloping me in an inferno of desire with
Thoughts of you,
Thoughts of us,
Kissing,
Holding,
Caressing,
Touching . . .
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