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The wishper

Deep in the night
I'm awake
churned by
the melancholic thoughts.
I'm lost in the trail
of longing urges
my quivering lips
frosted in the chill
of the night.
come close and
touch my deserted soul,
take back the inflicted  pain.
touch my skin
with your wetness
deeper unto my soul
douse me deep
in the intoxicating love
of yours.
Will you be the flickers of flame
and let me burn like the candle
in this darkness?
Bathe me in the silence
with your magic spell
of unending love
whisper a song
melt my urge. .
burn me in essence
of your love   . .
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