The essence of
Him
Seeps through the
Gaps in my soul,
Thrumming the darkness
With growing need,
Bringing forth honey
To scent the air
I wish he breathed
Upon my skin.

His electricity singes the tip
Of my tongue
That longs to dance
Along the breadth of
All he'll give to me
If only I could touch
The space where
Desire and his form
Meet my secret lust.

Just moments and glimpses
Of wet, heavy air
Are the gasps that
Shudder through
This aching mind,
In the only place where
He'll be aware
That my fingers and mouth
Always seek to devour
The precious gift that
He might give,
Himself.

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