Your hand fits into mine like a custom-made glove, and your lips like softness redefined. Every sense of my being is attracted to you in hard-to-describe but very real ways. Truth be told, I am buried deep within myself, begging to be set free of your temptations. My heart belongs to another, yet a piece is for you in the darkness of night or the shadows of a secret place, a kind of woman whose animal instincts are raw and often leave questionable marks unanswered. I can dismiss your company and return to those who wait at home, but I won't. My thirst for you will never be quenched, and your beauty will be etched in my mind until my mind stops working. You have ruined yet blessed me at the same time, but my mind is made up, and I must walk away. I'll keep hoping I'll see you again, but in the end, I never did, and my only memory of you was a sweet smell I can't give a name to.
Mike 2024
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