Contributor: Birta C. Long

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In dreams, I chase you
run through wet-slapping
branches
just to glimpse you
just to hear your breath
your heart
pounding
whispering
throbbing
with the need
of me

Every inch of me
needs you
every inch of me
comes alive
when I think of you
when I imagine
myself close to you
feeling you
breathing the scent
of mutual need
of fire
and flying sweat
as we meet
mate
solely for the sake
of the scorching
the horny
devouring
lust.


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