بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
waiting in your chambers, no, not until the maid comes, rather till the heart pumps, and my flow finds and fills every vessel vein and nerve cell, intricately linking things seeming distant, but not much farther than, tips and extremities slightly tingling, resonance evoked as temps start warming, nope not the weather just the longing, antibodies to apartness, levels in the blood rising, conjuring a Future just waiting to be tapped in, such is the premonition of bliss worth having.
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