This quiet affection daily grows – A look – a smile – grips me Like a vine that twines around a Blooming cherry tree. Each spoken word rings in my ears – I take in every note – A symphony of ups and downs In which my mind takes float. Desire stems not from handsome looks, But thirst of knowing him – To be the ink with which he writes on paper of my skin. This passion courses through my veins Like fire stalking prey – Consuming what was once so strong – A force to be obeyed. My distant…

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