10/1/08
A Longing Best Ignored
I long for her being here,
The feel of her body against mine,
Her soft milky skin against my back,
Fine hair lying across my neck,
Toes touching tenderly the backs of my calves.
I long for her leaving here,
The smell of her lingering in sheets,
Hairs from her head on my pillows,
Warmth left on my mattress,
Her essence clinging to my senses.
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