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needlesandpins -> Wanton Time (3/11/2011 6:59:55 PM)
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Wanton Time
This thing we have is raw,
It’s taken from the base,
With want and need we crave,
The sweet and bitter taste.
Time and distance ever present,
The tension builds between us,
Words are spoken, bodies toyed,
But still there’s no appeasement.
Days pass by so slowly,
The time is finally spent,
A meeting of our bodies,
Till both of us are rent.
We linger in the lull,
And fingertips brush lightly,
The lust is ever growing,
As we hold each other tightly.
Whispered word and soft caress,
Lift the skin to tingle,
Counting down the hours,
Till once again we’re single.
A parting of the ways,
We go back to the same,
Ticking off the days,
Till once we meet again.
by me
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