The Stranger
If only I had the answer,
why my world spins so much faster.
Crashes,
so much harder.
Your eyes tease me, beckoning me.
Lips, shout in anguish and desire.
Licking the flames that escape the
confines of my chest.
Palpations echoe, reverberating against
the walls.
Desire,
fuels me.
My fingers starve for the compassion of
being
entangled
in the locks of crimson that cascade down
your smooth
façade.
I am left starved, parched
craving.
Admiration is a simple thing,
when one admires something that they
have the
potential to
possess.
Instead, I watch from a far, and
anticipate the sensation of your skin in
my grasp.
Your lips pressed ever so delicately
against mine.
Bare, close to my chest, every breath in
unison.
I admire,
the challenge.
Happily ever after.
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