I forgot the taste
of your skin, but
then Friday only
comes once a week.
I remembered wanting you,
but that was on Sunday
and tonight,
I am alone.
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Please tell me what you think
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so intimate, and beautiful
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what we often think on a day without the traces of a mate, nice write..MM
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Sensual words so well spoken! Loved the feeling here. The picture is perfect with these words! Sweet write!
Blessings~
Az
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This is lovely, and full of want and missing and loneliness. It makes me wonder what happens to you on the Fridays of your life, as opposed to Tuesday, Wednesday...
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When we miss someone once a week is such a long long time... a gentle melancholy here... so much in the word "alone". It actually means >>>> "all one". Lovely poem - and I loved the opening lines... the tasting of someone's skin. Can there be something more intimate?
~ Nicolette
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Sighhh...How can one ever forget the taste of their beloved's skin, my Friend??? Such poignant loneliness is inherent within these lines...Ahhh, but then, this is "just a poem"...& a lovely one at that, Scribe.
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