by Lykebutta

 I long for his hands

to caress me.

For his loving words

to stroke my ears.

I long for passion

and wonder-filled


but this escapes me

just a whisper 

from my grasp,

a continuance

of my fears.

I long for his 

undivided attention

and wish he'd ache

for my soft 

inviting lips.

I long for his display

of strong desire,

to feel his limbs

wrapped around my

writhing hips.

But my longing

goes unanswered,

much to my hearts 


I sit with only

lonely tears 

to comfort me,

knowing I've continued

longing, yet another day.

Longing by Lykebutta

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