Days pass, desiring much.
Hour’s awaiting another’s touch.
Minutes melting, feelings stir.
Soon seconds holding her.
~*~
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rhymesalot
Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell
Days pass, desiring much.
Hour’s awaiting another’s touch.
Minutes melting, feelings stir.
Soon seconds holding her.
~*~
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rhymesalot 