| Poetry: Love: My Married Lover (1/1) |
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Do you remember the day that you texted me asking me if I was bi or a lesbian? Well I do. Do you remember when I said I love you and got scared because you wouldn't speak for a while? I do, I remember shaking and thinking that you were going to reject me but instead you looked at me and said don't say it if you don't mean it. And the look, well that look of relief that crossed your face when I said I do mean it. You returned the answer I so longed for. And now with the distance between us you're probably sleeping beside your husband. Me, Well I'm awake and drowning in thoughts of you. Memories of you dance like visions in my head. Your smell sweet like milk and honey. The way the sun dances in your strawberry blond hair. Your skin soft and smooth as satin. Your lips leave me weak and filled with desire. But you are hardly able to be around me anymore. Cause he's worried as he probably should be. When this is all over and you're ready to leave me behind remember. I love you, I loved you always and always will my beautiful seductress. My married lover. |
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