night

What she wanted to feel, was his fingertips lightly on her wrist
stroking
barely touching
His lips on her face,
her neck
To feel his breath,
heavy, moaning
Fingers moving towards that heated place
While gazes remind still
What she wanted to feel was him all around her
Until stars flew and the moment froze
And to never let go of the sensation


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One day when she woke he was gone.
She couldn’t taste him, smell him, nor feel his presence even if she tried.
He was gone from her soul, her veins, and her mind.
Disappeared behind the wall of justice.
It was like he had never even been there.
But she knew it was merely a dream.
It was just what she wanted; for him to be erased, vanished,
and not leaving behind any traces of sadness and emptiness,
that incidentally felt forever carved within her soul.