no amount of time
can quell this raw ache
burning between us
sending us reeling
no amount of words
would ever explain
the madness we feel
when we are alone
no amount of gold
will equal our love
we’ll never need more
than this bare caress.
random thoughts from a computer jockey with a graphite pencil
no amount of time
can quell this raw ache
burning between us
sending us reeling
no amount of words
would ever explain
the madness we feel
when we are alone
no amount of gold
will equal our love
we’ll never need more
than this bare caress.
Oh the madness….
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keeps us tingling from down in our toes; all the way up to where we suppose…
Thank you kind lady!
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