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Thoughts So Naked
There is no explaining it how my hands in finger joints in loose expectation to elbow and shoulder crave and ponder the empty space which was you some involuntary response to thoughts so naked a soft entrapment of desire and rides a rapid of heart beats but provides me unsated And I cannot excuse this ache in my limbs nor the restless unquiet of my bed as my arms fumble in my sleep just to feel you laying where as oppressive night for empty day begins and set a rigmarole of wishes through my head saying patience please hold me in your castle-keep but to thoughts so naked presses me to your body and in your breathless brings me there No resistance no fortitude and no care to protect myself as I tumble through my pitfall of you your missing voice echo and in silence demands it’s listening I can hear you as in the roots of my finger tips feel you, touch you these thoughts so naked so impetuously vulnerable No there is no explaining this craving of muscle or this anticipation lingering in my soul this extent of longing this ignited cleft in my heart and by mysteries desperation chains me to your eyes drives me ever to consenting forever expecting this the press of your lips upon mine The whirl of your nakedness to passion so impetuously vulnerable
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