Saturday, September 17, 2011

It's too late to cry


His sweet murmur in my ear, hoarsely and nearly inaudible, uttering the words I always long to hear, "I miss you".

My lips quivered for a moment, but I couldn't gather the courage to question. Fear of disappointment, fear of rejection.

His strong arms cradled me in an embrace as his calloused hands caressed my body; I breathed a sigh and my body tingled with desire.

The lascivious escapades in the night when all else's asleep.

The marks of passion lined unevenly on my neck and all over elsewhere of my body remind me that the night was real, as surreal as it might have been.

He gives me a night of affection, then a lifetime of solitaire.


...and I am too broken to move on.

2 comments:

  1. "He gives me a night of affection, then a lifetime of solitaire."
    :(
    This is beautiful.

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