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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