Distillation

"Absence makes the heart yearn longer."

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9,000 miles away.
Still, I feel you in every minute of every day. In every heartbeat one heart, incomplete. 

You are seared on my skin, indelibly. So nestle in my wanting soul
Your absence exacts a torturous toll. 

 I stand alone at ocean’s edge, in buffeted gossamer
 Trailing threads
The ache for you is recondite
On soiled knees I beg your sight. 

I scan the horizon, the distant skies
The shimmering stars, your pale blue eyes
The cool sand under knee
Is the same earth beneath your feet,
9,000 miles away. 

Over clamorous waves and rustling fronds, I strain to divine
The evanescent whispers of your distant voice.
Among the wind-borne fragrances
I seek desperately to find your scented trace. 

9,000 miles. One heartbeat. One heart, incomplete. 

I close my eyes
As the cool night breeze carries your touch,
ethereally caressing my sex, flurrying my breast.
Enter me, Divine Breeze, sow your essence, tenant my soul with your presence.
Come to me, complete me.

Enveloped in momentary embrace before dissipating into space
Everything you are beckons my spirit.  
“Your essence mine!” I bleed,
 9000 miles away.

Come to me. A daring girl’s heart yearns.
9000 miles do not exist
when you Cum to me, my darling Miss.

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