She wraps me in her warm embrace.
In her face, a kind of grace.
We race
Towards our goal,
To be whole,
For a moment one.
Then it is gone.
We dress and move on.
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K Morris - Poet 
…lust’iness
Thanks for your comment. Yes, certainly lust.