by dokurtybitz

Her eyes
Look inside me
And I want
To hold, touch and devour
The ache
Left behind
In my chest, mind and loins,

Never fully
Only partially assuaged
By her presence
Within me.
She draws me back
Time and again,
With only a look
Or errant thought,
Touching my soul.

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