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lying in my dark bedroom,
with thoughts of you
lingering.
the way your eyes were burning
as we shared the universe
in those moments.
worlds away from me,
only presently.
as i struggle to sleep
without you near
your voice left ringing in my ear.
how the demons were envying
your hands resting on my hips;
how special it is
that you had held me dear
even temporarily
as a tactile sensory memory
gifts me an addictive tendency
toward having you inside me.