Yearning
there’s a pain that tugs from the depth of my being
a pain unlike any other
it’s trigerred by the memory of your lips on mine,
how you win me over and over
sweet pain traced by your burning touch,
and the warm gush of wind from your words
dear pain from the memory of your embrace,
and how my existence you have disturbed
Copyright © Aleck Solier | Year Posted 2012
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