The soft whisper breezing by, who said that?
The gentle touch, electric, savory, warm and inviting, but no one else is here.
The feeling of urgency, something significant, a pressing task, a deed left incomplete, I can't seem to put my finger on it.
There is a fire deep within, a desire rising, fighting for release, clawing beneath my flesh.
Yes, it is a welcomed sensation, a yearning that cannot be sedated, unleash me upon the unsuspecting world it pleads.
It is my turn to bring it to its knees!
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