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This is Wrong...

 
The rumpled sheets
Touch me with their coldness
The feelings I can’t repeat
Still play in my mind
On my body

The parts of me that ache
Forces me to deceive them
To relieve them of their pain
Your body stained

Now that you’re gone
The phantom of you
lingers on
in the stroke
of a willing hand

But these are the lies
They aren’t real
You are not what I feel
This is wrong…..

My hand is almost gone
The warmth surrounds me
fills me gratifies,
I slide down remembering
how you pinned me
That look of intent
when you filled me

I still feel your breath
across my chest
Still feel the thrust
of what you rapt

But you're gone
and these are lies
They aren’t real
You are not what I feel
This is wrong….

If you knew
what you meant
you wouldn’t have left…
you would have stayed…
so we could carry on…

I feel you in my hand……… but my hand ain't you
This is not right……….not real
you denied me, but still
I remember you
as this bed rocks
water slides
This is more than I should feel

You're gone
And these are lies
They aren’t real
You are not what I feel
This is wrong….


Returning from the bathroom, he spoke sliding back in bed.
“ Sorry,I had to let that go… ready for round two?”
Written by Imagining (Glynis)
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