Approaching fast, and I can tell
Your scent will send me straight to hell
Your forest skin is spice and pine
And all I say is that it's mine
My throat is burning with a hunger
I know I cannot wait much longer
The thorn bush sent it's sign of white
I cannot wait for morning light
I'm drowning in a dizziness
A feeling that I can't repress
I cannot breathe the normal air
I need your sweet aroma there
Bring the wolven forest home
From the woods where nightly you'll roam
Always back with the wild and the night
Your scent stretches me far too tight
i dunno....
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This flows immaculately, your imagery has ingenuity and is well thought out. I actually enjoyed this a lot because when most be speak of longing they use cliche sayings and phrases, yours are new and original. The only criticism I would have is finding a different topic to talk about, tell me or show me something I've never seen before.
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Hahaha could you tell I was inspired by the ever-popular Twilight?
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