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Morrow Cravings

Eyes opened to the blue sky,
Sun rays touched lips,
Where the memories of yesterday,
Remained fresh like the morning dew.
Fingers grabbed the wind searching,
for the fingers that intertwined
with the strings of fate.
A capricious fate that always craved.
Insatiable wanted to devour
from head to toe with teeth
that craved carnal flesh.

Intoxicated by the aroma
of that body that perspired
love and lust.
Love and lust.
A body craved in the morrow,
A body craved in the narrow
confines of the bed
the touch of the palpitated
heart that beats in unison
with the craving poison
of love.