Yearn

 He’s just beyond her reach…

So she yearns.

Clinches her thighs thinking of him.

Whispers his name in the shadows.

Silk sheets give no relief 

To the heat she feels at the thought of him.

And yet… he remains elusive…

In darkness… playing his game.

And she… she burns for him.

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