Poetry (words)

Wednesday.

Meet me there. The woods beside the river. Just the moon to light your path. I’ll whisper my thoughts and place my hand on your heart. Pulling you in with every word. 
You’re nowhere near me, but I feel you. Like satisfaction that leads to wanting more. Hunger pains more thrilling than any chase. 

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