​Seated out here

With my friend nature

Telling him how much

I yearn to stare at your skin

Run my hands through them

Inhale the savor of your hair

Taste the blood that runs through your veins

Feel the tension rise in your skin

And feel them hot and glow

See the hunger in your throat

Watch you yearn for my

Touch and feel

I’ll graciously eat your  pudding

And drink from your v-shaped wells

Hungrily, graciously and comely

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  1. This piece, to who it may concern, makes someone feel so loved and at the same time think of what and who the poet actually had in mind while dropping this piece with her pen in hand and the ink on a paper.


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