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The art of yearning

  • Emma B. Spears
  • Aug 14
  • 1 min read

Almost hydroplaned listening to Madonna,

hung up on your every word

wanting you against a wall

maybe in an open field with pretty little flowers

seeing you inhale when my smell lingers in the room

breathing me in

like a prayer

catching each other gazing across the room

almost touching

more intimate than sex


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