Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Apology to Her
Waking up beside her was what everyone wants.
Sweet, slow, love in between warm sheets
counting myself lucky for the even flowing rhythm
the easy going conversation
laidback, down-to-earth, let's lay in bed all day
kind of comfortable love.
Exactly one year later I woke to find my
thighs were lonely, my passions cold.
My voice was lost; now whispers in her ear.
Travelling her skin made me forget the world
kept me settled and submissive
my fierce hunger contented only with milk.
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