Desire

My kiss was cryptic,

only for my beloved,

nervous but not without enthusiasm,

every one, more hungry than the last,

yearning and burning in a way I had never imagined possible.

Like a caged bird, I called to her,

opening my arms and begging her to be mine,

vaulting from day to day, trying to cheat time,

enchanted by the promise of a purer future.

She soothed and wounded me.

My mind was made up, and mixed up with madness.

Each day, all I knew was that I needed her, more and more.

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