My bed was so damn cold
His touch haunted my thought...
His caress as it explored my body
His hands as it touched my delicate skin.
Remembering it all made me moan
And my body sought to burn...
If we could be together every night
And make Love till morning...
But I must remove this feeling
Or I would end up addicted to him...
If I could flee far away
From his charming spell.
But the wanting is too much
Tears slowly ran down from my eyes.
It was not just his strokes that I want
It was deeper than just mere lust.
My night ended with eyes open
Because it was him I needed.
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A KISS IS STILL A KISS
PoetryWhat drives a woman to be involved in a sexual relationship? Is it for love? For money? A woman sometimes when emotionally unstable caused by recent break ups and abandonment entangles herself in an explicit affair. Sex can become her form of solac...
