Long the morning
Long thoughts sent
Through trees
Senses heighten
Hair raised up 90 degrees
When you are looking at me
I feel longing lusting hunger
Pulling closer
Starving for your attention
My eyes pressed closed
Feel every curve of your body
Hang off me

Language woven with longing
Pulse raised up faster it beats
In this longing
Hold me
Slow slow slowly
My eyes pressed closed
feel every curve of your body
Hang off me

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Writer(s): JESSICA RHEA LARRABEE