I miss that occasion when I would
Wake to the warmth of your hand
Massaging the underbelly
of my erection.
I would roll up into you
in morning love
dipping into
your pond of desire.
Feeling the tantalization
of your body
in climax.
Kissing lips
As soft as roses
Always redolent
With “I love you.“
There was no better way
than to begin my day.
I lie here this morning
lonely in this bed
recalling
reminiscing
the moments we made love.
I don’t know
Where you are now
but it is away from me.
that is what hurts the most.
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A contest entry
- ~Unrequitted Love~ by vicisstus.
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Comments
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Oh my! By starting this poem off with that kind of hot physical sensuality then taking it all away has created a hole in the reader's heart. Wonderful poetic device and I sincerely hope this poem is fiction.
Love,
Amera♥
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I can relate. This is just the way it was when I lost the one I loved for so long. But, the worst part was having to try and just be friends, so maybe it's best that you got a clean break of it. But, it does cause so much anxiety.
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missing a true love is always hard, its get better in time
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Hmm
Not sure if this would be considered love as much as infatuation. Interesting though. Good luck!
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