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Far Away
I drive the thousand
Miles
Door opens, house echoes
Empty
You are still very far
Away
Dump my travel stuff
Later.
Kick off hiking boots
Below
And climb the echoing
Stairs
Up to our empty
Room.
Soft music from next
Door
The walls are very
Thin
Voices seep through to
Me
Softly I hear her say,
No.
He is not here. Far.
Away
He chuckles gently
Lust
Leaks from his soft voice
Oh.
She sighs, as if she's
Surprised
And then encouragingly
Yes.
Don't stop, don't stop
Please.
Music stops, end of disk
Soft
Breathing silence, sigh
Long
Drawn in breath. Gasp
Sharp.
Faster, movement. Thrust
Sharp
Cry of coming, softly
Dying
I turn my back. Out
Down
The stairs, still going
Softly.
Take my boots, my bag
Exit
The road stretches out
Ahead.
My wife's soft lust filled
Voice
Echoes in my spinning head.
No.
He is not here. He is
Far. Far away
Miles
Door opens, house echoes
Empty
You are still very far
Away
Dump my travel stuff
Later.
Kick off hiking boots
Below
And climb the echoing
Stairs
Up to our empty
Room.
Soft music from next
Door
The walls are very
Thin
Voices seep through to
Me
Softly I hear her say,
No.
He is not here. Far.
Away
He chuckles gently
Lust
Leaks from his soft voice
Oh.
She sighs, as if she's
Surprised
And then encouragingly
Yes.
Don't stop, don't stop
Please.
Music stops, end of disk
Soft
Breathing silence, sigh
Long
Drawn in breath. Gasp
Sharp.
Faster, movement. Thrust
Sharp
Cry of coming, softly
Dying
I turn my back. Out
Down
The stairs, still going
Softly.
Take my boots, my bag
Exit
The road stretches out
Ahead.
My wife's soft lust filled
Voice
Echoes in my spinning head.
No.
He is not here. He is
Far. Far away
Published 28th Jun 2019
Author's Note
Not really an erotic poem, more about betrayal, but I could not find another category that fit.
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