Your beauty caused uneasy desires which haunted me day after day;
I was torn up on the inside:
quite anguished in such a spiritual way.
Remembering your sensational touch:
as your finger tips coursed my soul;
such anxiety torturously out of control.
Instant anguishment on these cold nights;
suffering without the warmth of our bodies together:
definitely wasn't right.
Sufficient moments feeled with absolute pleasure;
so anguished over missing you:
feel my torture.

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