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when i’m alone

i think of few others



i think of attachments

with your flesh

of passion



of nights in your arms and

moments between your thighs



sucking pleasure for your nodule

like it was a pimento nestled

in green olives



i embrace the image

of you taunt

with the excitement

of passion



waiting for release

waiting for your departure into smatterings