That was cast off from her inhibitions
There is but no shame for me to admit
For she shed her's, her absence grew mine
The gentle hint of her brazen drifting from me
Has only woven threads that blindfold
The persistent longing of her gentle kiss
Immobilises my hands and feet in agony's bind
Beneath her violet brassiere, are held shards
Of my crumbling heart that seeks no release
While in the knots of her underwear laces
My soul traces our unhinged intimate loving
I have dreamt of her, even while in her arms
Of wanting to become the blood in her veins
To flow beneath her skin, mixed into her own
Wanting to see myself through her eyes
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