Desire

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    Desire

     The intensity of his dark eyes
    The playfullness of his smile
    I want him
    His perfect lips gently kissing my neck
    His strong hands caress my back
    I need him
    His voice so smooth and sensual
    Sends chills down my spine
    And a burning in my soul
    He's like a drug I crave him
    He is sweet painful pleasure
    Erotic bliss
    The memory of him is in my mind
    As I wait to see him again
    My desire for him only grows stronger

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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