A rushed whisper, an incessant need. driven...coerced...compelled, panting of the rut...in the moment...the eternal pull... the oldest of laws. Fruition, completion, the wholeness that simply is. Abated thirst quenched by the lingering taste of a kiss. compliments meet... completeness finishes...where there once were two...Now there is but one breath...a rushed whisper.

Thaddeus Shane Whittington

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