- Erotic Poetry
- Gone
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Why does tomorrow have to go
Even before today has begun?
I feel the scorching fire tear its trail along
My neck. My lips. My breasts
Heave with every laboured breath. Your
Fingers trace cool rivers along the curves
Of my bare skin. Exploring unfamiliar territory,
Making it a familiarity.
I breathe you in. Enveloped by the spicy
Scent that makes you you. It surrounds me:
Like a faint melody dancing upon the breeze:
We breathe together. Perfect rhythm. You and I are
Perfection.
I am lost in the moment. The passion,
The pleasure. The pain as realization strikes
Swiftly. A bolt of lightning straight into my soul.
We can never be.
I pull away. Why do I crave this moment
When all it will ever be is a moment? Do
I secretly open myself to disappointment by
Opening myself to you?
The moment’s gone.
I’m closing myself off again. Closing myself to the
Hidden pain I know we both feel. We have other
Obligations. None of which to the other.
I have to go.
Silence.
You’re already gone.
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