Lips red and moist
Others blue and cold
Eyes bright and smiling
Some veiled and void
Hair long, wavy like silk
More is chopped and feels like straw
Hands soft, caressing
Others lifeless and rough
Ample globes of rose tipped buds hard
These no longer vibrant just overabundance of flesh
Rounded hips, silky thighs,
Dried and withered skin dead
The sweet spot of dew lauden rose petals surrounding a tight wet tunnel
Wrinkled, filmy white substance almost dry, tunnel dysfunctional
Long legs that wrap around hips holding tightly pulling inward
Hairy now, hard from edema, pale blue, weak
The bright eyed *** goddess once sought after day by day
Now listless, lifeless almost, no longer wanted or needed
Each day of desire lived to the fullest
Once forgotten each day added more darkness
The **** siren with a voice of velvet honey
No longer speaks not even a spark in the eyes
A past lover arrives it has been years
Tear flows down his cheek at what has become of her
She doens't know it though
Gave up long ago
No one came by or even sent a card of hello
Mind stopped dreaming
Stopped thinking
Let go of life day by day
Body followed some thought it had to be slow
Yet it was not
Her Soul died first
Once that was gone the rest was easy
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 11:19 PM UTC
Lips red and moist
Others blue and cold
Eyes bright and smiling
Some veiled and void
Hair long, wavy like silk
More is chopped and feels like straw
Hands soft, caressing
Others lifeless and rough
Ample globes of rose tipped buds hard
These no longer vibrant just overabundance of flesh
Rounded hips, silky thighs,
Dried and withered skin dead
The sweet spot of dew lauden rose petals surrounding a tight wet tunnel
Wrinkled, filmy white substance almost dry, tunnel dysfunctional
Long legs that wrap around hips holding tightly pulling inward
Hairy now, hard from edema, pale blue, weak
The bright eyed *** goddess once sought after day by day
Now listless, lifeless almost, no longer wanted or needed
Each day of desire lived to the fullest
Once forgotten each day added more darkness
The **** siren with a voice of velvet honey
No longer speaks not even a spark in the eyes
A past lover arrives it has been years
Tear flows down his cheek at what has become of her
She doens't know it though
Gave up long ago
No one came by or even sent a card of hello
Mind stopped dreaming
Stopped thinking
Let go of life day by day
Body followed some thought it had to be slow
Yet it was not
Her Soul died first
Once that was gone the rest was easy
Written by Jennifer Humphrey all rights reserved
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