There's a new aching in my heart, it's fresh and raw and hot,
Burrows a hole deep into my chest.
She left it there! Though I know it's not
Just her, but what she brought me instead,
That injected into my blood, drew me alive in her bed.
Loved me so tender, with the gentlest touch,
So soft, forbidden, divine!
How it catches my breath when I breathe in at times,
And ripples it's heat out through to my ribs,
Rubs up so harsh against tender bone,
Then into my neck: red gushing woes,
Stiffening there and tightening around,
Passing my air ways, and up, brain-bound.
It is a blushing that my face receives
And it smiles in the presence of her memory.
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