The Throbbing Fires of Longing

By Rovva

It comes and goes in waves,
the throbbing in my throat,
in my chest,
and in my heart.
It seeps in and out again,
the fires in my eyes,
in my stomach,
and in my lungs.
It flaps and thrusts about,
the longing inside of me,
inside of her,
and inside of you.
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Rovva

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