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Look But Don't Touch

 

He craves me

But duty will trump 

I crave him too, he resides in my head

My bed

My day

I talk with him but no answer I get

Restriction

Is our affliction 

A chance we knew

Impatient hearts won through

We got a taste 

A flavour to savour 

For the years we are now to wait

Copyright © Sam Harris 2018

Form of Poetry

Prose Poetry

Author: Sam Harris
I've been writing for about a year professionally. Come from lots of backgrounds. Hit floor running without leaving home most days. Currently working on several personal long term projects so always on the look out for well paid work or collaborations to further my prospects or my pockets.
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