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Twisting, turning, she can’t find sleep.
Tired, yet restless,
All her thoughts are with him,
Longing for his kisses,
His touches that awaken her body
And reaches inside her soul,
Making her come alive.

Her insides feel like a smouldering volcano,
Molten lava in her veins.
She knows he can’t be with her tonight,
He can’t bring her to the edge,
Then letting her body erupt,
Pure pleasure pulsing through her,
Taking her where only he can.

Not tonight, she is on her own.
No arms will hold her tight,
Give her a safe cocoon to sleep in,
Where nothing can reach her,
Mind quiet, body at ease, calm all around.
Tonight her mind is full of whispers,
Shadows are lurking in every corner.

With a sigh, she gets up.
There is no point in this self-torture.
A warm drink in her hand,
She looks into the dark night,
Waiting for a new day to begin.
Tomorrow she will be back in his arms,
The restlessness will be chased away.

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