He yearns for her
Wants her
Needs her
He dreams of her
Darkest fantasies
This vixen of his
His heart beats
a hundred-fold
With just a thought
Pounding
Bursting from
his ribcage
He thirsts for her
Her scent
Her taste
And she knows
She smiles at him
Plays with him
His darkest desires
in her soft playful eyes
His darkest valentine
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on February 14, 2013
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