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The Chosen One: An Erotic Poem

I haven't been touched since the day he left
A few have tried but the tips of their fingers pass right through me
As if I'm not even there
Invisible or an apparition
Blending into my surroundings
Because I turn down the noise
In fear of
Being louder than they all expect
I can't seem to feel anything 
Besides the growing disappointment
With deep roots planted in my loins, 
It's limbs outstretched 
Covering all signs of pleasure with 
It's thick black cloud of smoke,
Rolling in like tsunami waves 
But in you came like the strongest
Gust of wind
With your heart reaching towards the heavens
Not even the darkness and depth of the oceans in which I reside
Could make you flinch or bat your eyes
You subdued me even before letting your hands graze my soft
Yet neglected body
You pierce through my soul
As you analyze all the unkept desires
Hidden behind
Eyes too loud 
To hold secrets
But quiet enough 
To go unnoticed 
By the masses
You hold me close enough
That I sink into you 
Completely
We become one as your arms
Begin to squeeze tighter 
As if there was anywhere else 
I'd rather run to
I lay there renewed head to
Your chest as I
Die over and over
Til the sun awakes
Creeping through your blinds 



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