Jessi
Jessi
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

In the wait.

The meantime.

Every thought turns to your thoughts. Every breath seeks your breath. Every sensation searches for your touch.

My body goes from the tip of the iceberg to the scorching sun. It melts slowly; languidly becoming weak as its moistening continues. The longing aches pierce it’s crested peaks and deep crevices. It’s tenuous muscles strain, unyielding to their excitement.

Each moment that passess. Without you. There are dreary sunrises and dreadful sunsets; empty of the once seen beauty. The desire of my body strong enough to shadow the remarkable light.

Your thoughts are my thoughts. Your breath is my breath; the taste of you, devine. Your sensations grab me, in the deepest dark of my desire. You devour the longing aches as you search and find my peaks and valleys.

The scorching sun returns.

Storm on the horizon; Colorado. jh 9/2018

The remarkable lights of sunsets and sunrises, returns.

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Jessi

There are lots of wonderful cliche things to say here. They really all fit, in one way or another. I'll spare you. But, if you spare- you spoil, right?

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