She's ready for me...
I can always tell by her scent...
Her desire is palpable...
Beads of sweat form on my head
Like...condensation..
Wet...
And all i crave is to feel her on my skin...
I wait...
My bones begin to ache as she nears...
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Hause of Bl(e)us
PoetryA collective of poems...from a soul....searching for her place in the world....