Longing For …

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I can feel a change in the air, it’s like a freshly cut grass scent tantalizing my nose as summer approaches.

Like that first sip of coffee upon rising, touching my tongue and rushing me into my days schedule.

It’s a “ ooh yeah that’s good keep it coming” kind of sex feel.

It’s the notion of spice, the lust for life.

The longing for more.

Grinding for more.

The winding of myself.

Reigniting my passionate self.

It undresses me, tastefully.

I’m standing bare.

Longing for more.

Begging for more.

Rushing for more.

Elevating myself with words far beyond my reach.

Oh, but I reach…

all

the

way

down

to

Nowhere.