To an Almost Lover


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Natasha Almasi

I am physically locked on you

Pulling me in with an intelligent mind and deafening irises

My body aches with desire

Wanton and obsessed I hang on your words

A passionate speaker your ideas affect me like sangria

My soul widens, and warmth devours my curves

I crave to be the woman you want

I want to be your muse

Write about me, or paint me, just think of me deeply

Think of me and shudder in thought of how desperately you want me

My Jim Morrison, take me on a moonlight drive 

let your being explore my essence

Envelope my soul and don’t stop until the ink melts