covet

I miss the way we kiss

with tendrils of longing

never truly fulfilled

 

The circumference of

your arms as I lay

my head on your chest

 

Looking up to meet your gaze

and just then I know

you can see the real me

 

Hiding here behind

my smokey eyes

I lie to myself

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