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Jun 2010
It's he whom she spent that day,
he whom she misses,
she misses his hand running up her thigh,
the other through her hair
with a slight tug, he kisses her
so passionately.
Then his hand slides along her body,
grabbing her shirt
and raising it over her head,
his bare body against hers makes her weak,
lost in the moment,
his clothes and hers on the floor,
he kisses her breast, then her lips,
they are intertwined
as their breathing gets louder and heavy,
then, both out of breath they lay
side by side, only for a moment .
He rises and dresses himself,
sheΒ Β sits up still with nothing on and watches
as he walks out for the last time,
she slowly gets up and dresses and leaves,
just as he did, but with tears in her eyes.
Written by
Ashley Smith
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