They’re always there
Forcing themselves to the forefront of my mind
Regardless of how hard I fight to keep them away
These thoughts
Of being touched,
Being held
Being loved..
skin on skin.
Lips,
tasting the sighs of beautiful satisfaction
Sweet mesmerizing caresses.
A merger,
two halves, one soul.
Thoughts of entwined limbs, and the discarded floor fetched fabrics of this world
This world that we have so far surpassed,
For we have entered a new plane of life.
These daunting thoughts
Haunt my every moment,
whether awake or asleep,
they ghost their ways into me.
Making me so far gone.
Its your move.
Checkmate.
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