Fleeting Moments of Us
Fleeting moments of us they come and go,as thoughts of you conjur in my head, I surly know forgetting you just seems a task in vain,as I'm standing at
the window looking out at it rain.
Remembering the strength of your loving strong embrace, and how laying
in bed talking,with your finger you'd trace my face. Your lips so tender,
so gentle,your penatrateing tongue to raise my passion, how you caressed
my hair as was your fashion.
The feel of your hands caressing my body,right from the begining,knowing
where,and just when, you played me like a fine rare violin. The feel of
your breath as your probing my ear, tasteing, licking ,over there,over here.
Oh,God the pleasure you brought to me,how a live,desired,loved you
made me feel.
I know it wasn't your intention for anyone to get hurt,you had to know
once I found out that my reaction would be curt, loving you at someone else's expence in not something I could live with, I know how you didn't want to,I know now you do understand and see,how I couldn't or I
wouldn't do that which had been done so inhumanly to me.
So,here I am on another rainy day, thinking of you,living the pain,standing
in my window and gazing out at the dammed dammed streaming down
rain.
by Alexandra Carpenter ©copyright
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