Next Time

Nights filled with cool desert
winds blow, towards me
filled with those bouquets
of your body, that I have now
grown so accustomed to.
My imagination, when away from you
ignites my senses to those heights
of both lust and intoxication.
Your voice corrects my course
in my routes taken between
embrace and kisses.
I will avoid the winds that
take me away from you.


Next time.

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