wrapping its hands
around my heart,
my lungs,
kneading its fists
into the pit of my stomach.
I am gasping for air,
aching with the longing
to reach out
and run my fingers
through the long red hair
that flows down her back.
I imagine her a perfect peach
soft pink skin smelling sweet
as my lips meet hers,
sink into her body,
pulling each drop of sweet juice
onto my tongue.
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