Essence of Capricorn

I embrace the pain of wanting him,

Drink the poison that makes me sad.

Every part still aches for him.

Why won’t I be satisfied

‘Til I know the perfection of his lips,

His touch,

His love?

What happens after I get it?

We paw at layers,

Helplessly.

I’ll regret this moment later.

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