Thirsting
By grumpy3445
My soul is thirsting looking for a drink of you in the heat of my passion I only find myself in the heat of your passion my spirit is held my mind a slave I am obsessed by you body by the simple, gentle touch of your hand along my spine the fever of my desire haunting keeping me from disturbing sleep so I am incurably drawn to you to be another possesion discarded and lifeless when you lose interestEnjoy, John Written January 11th, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 03:16 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"My soul is thirsting..."