There's this "past".
being played out, over and over in my head...
can't get enough.....
My totality of being keeps going back....
relishing the thought...
it is never enough....
A deep ache
seems lodged inside me
my heart knocks hard, and .....
an aching throb pulsates deep within under me....
alive so sensitively,
awake so sure....
Just the thought of you,
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