In The Late Night Hours

I crave the intimacy.
Like unquenched thirst.
Scratching an itch that never leaves.
Like my favourite sorbet on a bad day.
Or dark chocolate during PMS.

I love you fiercely, intensely, deeply, passionately.

You would give me the world.
If I asked you to.

A scary thing.

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