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The Last Dance

 
 
“It's not a silly little moment,  
It's not the storm before the calm.  
This is the deep and dying breath of  
This love that we've been working on.  
 
Can't seem to hold you like I want to  
So I can feel you in my arms.  
Nobody's gonna come and save you,  
We pulled too many false alarms............”  
 
 
…........and now,  I'm loving you for the last time.  
Feeling as if I'm knocking on heaven's door  
The love light slowly fading  
My senses heightened as never been before  
 
Gentle tear drops fall from  
your splendid eyes of green  
Skin of alabaster, pail and so soft  
Beautiful silhouette,  spread across the embers  
of a burning bed.  
So perfect; so pristine............  
 
To touch your body  
for the very last time  
Resisting these animal urges  
An o so surreal arousal  
so intense  
Never again to be mine.....  
I agonize  
 
How did we even get here?  
I don't even know.  
Once, we were each others breath  
but now, going down slow  
 
Hands touching pale, buoyant breast  
Lips suckling my nipples upon strong, broad chest  
Bodies trembling like a specter in the night  
Baby, please play with me; handle me  
Till the morning comes.........and I'll do what's right  
 
“Cause I can't make you love me if you don't  
You can't make your heart feel something it won't  
Here in the dark, in these final hours  
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power  
But you won't, no you won't  
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't.........”  
 
As the last drops of lovin'  
drip from my steely, hard vein  
I dig deeper, deeper, deeper inside  
Attempting to fill the precious void  
between your thighs once again  
A last, futile attempt for you and I  
to be us..........but alas  
in the end.........  
 
….......my soul hovers above the scarlet wreckage  
My spiritual eyes do see  
The doves final gasp  
We've killed it, you and me  
 
Bodies thrashing about the altar  
Holding on for dear life  
Screams of passion emanate  
Echoes of sensuality  
Bed post striking walls rhythmically.........  
 
…....I long to hear you in soft, careless whispers  
“Fuck me”.... deep into darkest night....  
 
….....until the music stops our erotic dance  
 and signals the end  
of a love once cherished  
and we shall never find our way back to love …...again.  
 
“We're going down,  
And you can see it too.  
We're going down,  
And you know that we're doomed.  
My dear,  
We're slow dancing in a burning room........”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
(Author's note.........thank you to John Mayer and Bonnie Raitt for artistic inspiration)
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
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