what is enough

to dream to fantasize to want
is not enough
the fleeting memory of your scent
is not enough
your breath remembered indeed
is not enough
to think of you, your face, your eyes
is not enough
the fantasy of my lips on yours
is not enough
possessing you in countless fantasies
is not enough
the energy that you project and wakens me
is still not enough
I want to see hear touch feel
your face voice body warmth to know
the enough my body hungers for
the enough my heart desires
the flame our spirit can ignite
That! might be enough ...

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