I look for the one with the oxygen saturated liquid
To pass the fluid generously into the wanting
I need the gas exchange
But only one holds the sweet nectar I require
And when he’s not around I begin to suffocate
He is what makes my heart pump and pound…
He is what makes the air force into my lungs…
He is what my body thrives on

All things considered, without his presence…
I can not function.

by Kamah

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Former Freehand Freelance Graphic Illustrator... been online since 2004 ( late starter ), blogging since 2005, presently writing a suspense-thriller e-book that began as a screenplay.