I tried to hold
her exhalations
as they drifted
across my shoulder,
tried to reach around
to touch her warm yes
blown into my ear -
maybe it was illusion.
Maybe she was fading
before my eyes,
death in garters and stilettos.
Fuck me,
I am groaning grinding ghosting
into the cavity that once held her
and the confusing mixture of
her breasts, her yes, her lips, her no.
I do,
I have to have the rounded edges
of this woman against me.








I'm not sure which one of you is more fortunate, my Friend. Whatta penning this is, Scribe. Good luck in Melissa's contest.

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