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silk sheets caressing and encompassing— but never invading—no, not like your tongue of velvet down my throat, seeking a relief which i am more than willing to give. see, while the bed we share is a simple witness, you prefer to take the spotlight, touching, feeling, taking.
somehow, you have been able to stretch across the dismal chasm between the tingle of my lips to the vacant flutters of my heart. it is you who fills the very gaps in my waning soul, your saccharine taste only a reminder of the empty delusions which you etch into my naked figure on your lonely summer nights.
when the moon passes on the days i spend in solidarity; the nights which you have made the same decision to flee back to her, (a choice which you will make countless times moreover, i'm sure of it), it is then when truly embrace the bitter remains of your body's imprint on mine.
i can only rever for love with a being like you. (how foolish of me.)
