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It is a special kind of lonely
when lying next to someone who does not share your soul

Missing the electricity of simply holding hands with my beloved

Gone is the rush
Impossible waiting
Sweaty, breathy anticipation

Desire hurling me headlong 
The infinity of surrender

How did my life become the banality of companionship?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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