At times longing comes
in a wave that rises
Water that takes and pulls me
wildly to your shore
And sometimes it is a fire
within me
A burning desire
My body that wants to
feel and touch yours
Sometimes the longing
is solid like earth
Grounded in knowing
that you are mine
And at times longing
is subtle like air
it takes me high up
and let me dream
on my cloud
©RoseGirl2019
Longing come sin all forms which you have written beautifully.
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Ah thank you kindly!!
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Always my pleasure.
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