My Lord

by Kajataya   Oct 3, 2006


The sweet rush takes me
Your scent imprinted on linen and silk
Suffocates me in memory
Spills into the aching hollows
Catches my breath and leaves me longing
Forced into dark digital whispers
Secrecy and loneliness
I wait
Always waiting for the dark
For your sweet voice to soothe the day

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