Just a trickle
That spills off your smile...
Everytime I see it
Frozen,
Almost tethered to a moment...
Waiting to escape
From the clutches
Of my stagnant desire...
Dazzling under the forest
Of your whimsical brow,
Are those eyes
Within which
I saw my reflection once...
In a dream, perhaps...
A brisk brush
Like that of your lust drenched skin
Against mine, parched with thirst...
Brings me back
To my next interim
Of uncertainty...
You're floating midair
Like my soluble thoughts
Dissolving swiftly
Into an abyss, called Past
Sometimes, your smell
Still infuriates my senses....
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