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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Romance/Love · #1720273
Standing by the window ... (Form: End Rhyme)
Anticipation


Standing by the window
I gaze into the light.
My mind drifts back in time
to the softness of the night.

The fabric that caresses me
reminds me of his hands.
As I undo each clasp
I yield to memory's demands.

My fingers stoke the silken skin,
I feel the glowing heat.
The tautness of my breast
brings back memories so sweet.

His gentle mouth, his touch,
each brought their own sensation,
and as I stand here, lost in thought,
I feel anticipation.

Then moving shadows on the wall
bring back reality.
What we had is gone
and I'm consumed by misery.

A single tear escapes
as the loneliness increases.
I feel my heart ache once again
as it breaks into pieces.

Standing by the window
I gaze into the light.
My mind cannot escape
the blackness of the night.


Notes:
An entry for the October round of "Invalid Item

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