End of Love
By impulse I'm here.
Fantasizing of the creature in front of me brims the edge of my mind.
Slow to touch, fingers tremble like the knees of a new born deer.
The impact of your powerful scent turns my stomach into a cage of
butterflies.
Releasing my deeper affection onto the lips of my favorite guy. How
intriguing to comfort the warmth resting between us.
Distance seems to be between the eyes yet we touch noses. We don't have
the same vision. Yet we're still holding...
On to what we imagined was there. Like Saying goodbye to that summer
affair.
Turning our backs on what we thought would last forever.
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