Karma

I call your name in the midst of heat 
Wish I could feel your skin, 
feel your skin touching me. 
Warm, moist tongue remembered by me..
I still wonder if I even peek your memory. 
Finger tips, still feel around my hips 
Memory grips my thighs Miss lying in your arms. 
Miss that time I listened to your heart beat..
You lay asleep. 
I ran my finger tips across your lips..
In hopes that when I can’t feel your kiss
 I could still feel your kiss… 
You’re gone and I can feel your kiss.
Tormenting me 
I can’t sleep
When I sleep, I’m dreaming of you not dreaming of me. 
Pain rips the memories, 
tears solidify the weak. 
The weak is finally me. 
Silver lining in the clouds is blackened 
no longer dreaming but wishing upon a star for you and me.
Tears fall so heavily 
Painful heart I can barely breathe.
.In too deep.. 
Skin was too sweet.
Karma interrupted the creep..
No longer a you and me..
I wish I could make believe.
Very vividly make believe
Your face into my reality..
Pieces of me..
You took pieces of me. 
I gave you pieces of me 
for the peace within me.
You made me believe,
I could love, lie and be happy. 
Such a falsified belief. 
Came shattering down on top of me. 
Can’t forget about that time, 
you lay holding me. 
Magic was so strong 
feelings were so deep..
We... made....love....so.....passionately. 
Toy story 3 watching us,
Me watching you, 
You watching me.
Grind into you slowly. 
Stared into your eyes 
make belived your lies 
Convinced I’d remain by your side..
That night I opened my soul.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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