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a pale desperation

here I am,
a pale desperation,
when your passion
prefers the dark and exotic,
the scent of campfires
and the sound of music
that stirs your blood
with whispers of more to come.

here I am,
a sweet longing...
loved and cosseted
but never quite enough
to satisfy at any moment...
all magnolias and jasmine
and everyday china...
no one truly special.

here I am,
a heartfelt murmur
waiting for those drops
of gentle touches
across my open mouth...
for your breath
on my longing heart
and a welcome home.

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