Missing 12

The cords that bind me to you run
through my heart,
sweetly pierced,
and every movement the most
erotic friction, a
divine chafing. The longing fills me
more vividly than a
shouting orgasm with anyone else.
The colours of missing
you blind me to the world, and I
consider it a fair trade.

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