Fleeting moments of us they come and go,
as thoughts of you conjure in my head,
I surly know forgetting you just seems a task in vain,
standing at the window looking out the streaming down rain.
Remembering the strength of your loving strong embrace,
and how lying in bed talking, with your fingers my face you’d trace.
Your lips so tender, so gentle, your penetrating tongue to
raise my passion, how you caressed my body, my hair as was your fashion.
The feel of your hands caressing my breast, the curve of my hip,
right from the beginning knowing where, and just when,
right from the start you played me like a fine rare violin.
The feel of your breath as your probing my ear,
tasting, licking, over there, over here.
Oh, the pleasure you brought to me, memories I’ll
always hold so near, so dear.
Loving you at someone else's expense is not something
I could or would live with, I told you that from the start. How
selfish of you, to blame me for your broken heart!
So, here I am on another rainy day, thinking of you, reliving the pain,
standing in my window and gazing out at the dammed, dammed,
pouring down rain.
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