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Touch Starved

Date Written: September 24, 2017
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Skin quivering
aching
feeling like it is burning up
in feverish anticipation of Your caress.

Parched like the desert
scorching
until You extinguish the fire
with kisses falling from Your lips.

Starved in a purgatory
somewhere
between agony and exquisite bliss
a shaking only Your hands can feed.

So I will stay in this mist
waiting
for You reach out and quench me
like rain filling the ocean.

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