You caressed my hand while your lips
kissed the skin on my shoulder.
Your tongue danced up the slope of my neck
and tickled my ear.
The words that followed ignited the butterflies
in my stomach again, as you told me you'd never
leave me.
But you were already gone when I looked behind,
and the heat I was so used to left me to my
vulnerability.
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Author:
Niall (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 18th, 2017 09:36
- Comment from author about the poem: I opened this and just started writing, and this was made.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Nice "stream of consciousness" writing. Here in mind, gone in actuality. Sometimes loneliness can generate such sensations. I liked your treatment of this subject. - Phil A.
Thank you for that lovely comment 🙂 x
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