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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)
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