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Drought
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I lay still on my bedroom floor staring up at my blank ceiling.
Pondering and sorting my thoughts.
I imagine your lustful breath speaking to me.
The words you are whispering into my delicate ears are so divine.. so tempting.
Like water in a dry desert.
The sand is filling my mouth and my feet are worn.I become weary and my body starts to decay.
But I keep trudging through this rocky terrain, to reach the edge of your oasis, and to feel you around me once again.
