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Haunted By Texts
I remember dirty texts
At midnight when we
Both knew we are alone
The pictures linger
I remember the way you'd
Tell me how you would
kiss me after you pushed
your fingers deep into me
I remember how I would text back
How I would moan in excitement
As my own fingers would do as
You implied in your words
I remember the sex but not you
Don't remember your favorite color
Though I do not remember your birthday
Sorry, I only remember the digital sex
I remember it all too much, too well
I dream of your texts all the time
Once again I have betrayed myself
I wrote about you once more
At midnight when we
Both knew we are alone
The pictures linger
I remember the way you'd
Tell me how you would
kiss me after you pushed
your fingers deep into me
I remember how I would text back
How I would moan in excitement
As my own fingers would do as
You implied in your words
I remember the sex but not you
Don't remember your favorite color
Though I do not remember your birthday
Sorry, I only remember the digital sex
I remember it all too much, too well
I dream of your texts all the time
Once again I have betrayed myself
I wrote about you once more
Published 14th Apr 2015
| Edited 17th Apr 2015
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14th Apr 2015 9:43am
I can relate to this so much...the magic of it all, fiery vibes from far away, digital encounters bringing more pleasure than some material experiences. And like everything on this world, they have to end sooner or later. Thank you for this, powerful write.
14th Apr 2015 10:01am
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14th Apr 2015 12:10pm
Great write. Its hard when you find yourself once again doing something you did not want to, but when inspiration is from an old memory. One can not help but write again.
15th Apr 2015 12:06pm
There's a maturity in this, in the longing and the brazen approach. Much like a Tracy Chapman song there is a buuuuuuuild up to a worthwhile impact.
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