I miss her
not the person
or her presence
or her ever shining glowing visage

Yet I yearn for those thoughts
that simmers like bubbles
rushing through her candid words,

And despite my deviant mind
she eludes me with her fragrance
running me wild
every time I close my desirous eyes

And those talks
that she often relays
through the smirks of those quaint eyes
betrays my memories
or any quintessential pride

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