|In the Blood|
After her scent dispersed from this space,
and with her shadow and her voice faded away,
and the euphoria level declining rapidly
it finally happens, again:
This craving for her presence
crawls out from these nerves already restless,
the eagerness to hear her faintest laughter,
the anxiety in my eyes for her cheek bones rising.
The tension in the muscles escalate
to a shaking, the heart pumping blood as hard
as it can. The muscles remember her touch,
feel the press of her fingers in my hand.
Her prolonged absence makes my skin
burst out sweat all over, while my hunger
digs her remnants in my stomach
recycling it in my mouth.
Like a drug filling up my head
she finds her way into these eyes dilating its pupils,
coloring this skin red. Her approaching footsteps
is like needle dipping into these veins.
The moment her eyes interlock with mine
my senses fail to cope with the overload
and I end up immobile for a while
sniffing all of her.
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