Enduring Evocation
All it took was that soft caress
your breath on my neck.
I was taken
shook to my core.
Like the sun in the cyan sky
my skin was kissed with fire.
The rapture was impenetrable.
Temporary, I thought.
Many moons have passed
And still,
I long for your graze
Rouse my flesh with your buss.
- Caroline Youngless
05/06/2021
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