The scent of you is still here, lingering on my fingers -
The most maddeningly delicious whiff of what came before.
It quietly works its way into my mind, a little at a time
Till I'm driven quite insane, and can stand it no more.
I must have you again.
Must feel the blinding heat again,
I need to close my eyes and feel you
Speeding through me with every heartbeat again.
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