Lust unbound Desert in a monsoon How she feels. Unburdened with care For natural beings She desires. Not for any, Nor for all, For me. Yet somehow the link. Is broken In her mind Doubt. The scent is strong, the motion slow, steady, quickening, fast. fat with lust And envy of each lost memory. How is she asleep Yet I here. Writing sweet nothings She'll tomorrow hear?
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