Craving

The taste

Of your lips, 

That mine will

Never touch,

Craving words I

Will never say, 

Or whisper

Into your ear as

I caress 

Your heart,

Mind,

Soul. 

You are not

Meant for me,

Wild thing. 

You are meant for someone

Who burns

So much

Brighter. 

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