Just a shadow,
Not even…
A mist of memory,
A mystery
Unsolved,
An annoying
Un-cracked puzzle.
Still,
I have a thirst
Only the seas
In his eyes
Can quench,
A hunger
Only his
Salty flesh
Can feed….
So,
I fill my belly
With left over
Midnight fantasies
Bite after bite
Of broken
Bittersweet promises
Junk food
For a yearning soul.
Not
Nearly satisfying,
But good enough
To go for another day…
Yet,
Another day.
Cyranny's Cove 
Such a visceral feel to this, Cyranny. It really captured lust and all of its trappings. Well done!
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Thank you very much, Rob! *blush* I’m not always comfortable sharing these pieces, I feel more… ”naked”. But you guys are such a great and supportive audience! Thanks again 🙂 xx
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NIce!! Very nice indeed!! 😍
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Awww thank you so much, Beckie! Means a lot to me 🙂 xx
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Always a pleasure!!! 💗
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🙂
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What a great piece that speaks of longing… the days drag on sometimes don’t they?
Hope you’re well 🙂
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Truly beautiful! ❤
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Thank you, dear 🙂 Glad you enjoyed this!!
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