Wings Of Gossamer

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An agonizing
emptiness is turned to bliss
with thoughts of your kiss
fluttering upon my neck
and skipping down to my heart.

Nothing can deter
my heart trying to impart
it’s useless mouthpart
in attempting to collect
all the love that you offer.

Dreaming of your touch
and how I miss it much for
surely there’s nonsuch
to which I give my trust and
that sets my soul on fire.

Remembering your
scent and how you left me spent,
never malcontent
for the pleasures we both shared
I would live my life the spiv.

Ever the eager
to present nothing meager
nor slightly sweeter
than the nectar I collect,
I put aside my ego.

Wings of gossamer
take my dreams even higher
than I remember,
but it’s your kiss and your touch
that…