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Polyenos and Chyseis (Public Domain) via Wikimedia Commons

You are out of my life,
forever I think,
although not out of my head.

I think about you sometimes
and what we had
and lost.

A chance encounter after all these years
and I weaken,
follow you home.

You kiss my lips,
and my mind recoils at your touch
But my flesh hot and desiring of your fingers tracing the goosebumps on my skin.

You know how to touch me
To move me
To make me wet and wanting you.

I raise my leg, resting it on the chair
and your fingers circle my clit before
sliding quickly into me.

Your lips on my nipples
make me gasp
and take leave of my senses.

You throw me to the bed and drive hard into me,
my hips thrusting back at you
as I bite my lip.

Your tongue licks away the spot of blood
and you make me cum
screaming your name.

I collapse in your arms, and
when your breathing slows and you are asleep
I slide carefully from your embrace
and dress and leave.

I look at you one last time,
wishing I could stay
but knowing I must go.

We aren’t good for each other.

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By Adolf Zika (Adolf Zika´s archive) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

Even as my breath grew ragged
I’d run
Pushing my muscles to the limit.

So tired, but I can’t stop
Until I reach the end
and collapse in your waiting arms.

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Hans Baldung [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

You whisper in my ear
Your breath stirring me
As it tickles me
Turning me on
With desire.
I wish you would never stop.

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Gustave Moreau [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

“Speak to me in many voices…make them all sound like one.”
– Blue Oyster Cult, Unknown Tongue

I hear your voice as I wake,
calling to me across the void
filling my head with thoughts
but I am not annoyed
as I listen to your words.

You speak to me
filling me with desire and love
and I often give thanks
to God above
that you are in my head.

I think about you all the time
my fingers reaching for my clit
you make me want you
and I won’t quit
until I scream and come for you.

I wonder if you hear my voice as I hear yours
am I in your dreams
or just your thoughts
and so it seems
that I am your muse too.

I should die if ever your voice stops
and you no longer speak to me
Into depression I’d fall
and then I’d see
if I could even survive.

You are my muse, my life,
my soul connection
and I will always
need your affection
and love to be whole.

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