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Obsession
She sleeps. I cannot. So I stare. Her hair clings to her forehead, Still wet from sweat. Two lovers -- nude, Relaxed, In separate worlds now. Our final passionate squeeze echoes loudly in my mind. A light kiss, then. She awakens not. I hover near her placid face, My hand rests upon her shoulder—petite, kissable – The Great Artist’s greatest work: her curves. A puff of warm sweet air washes my face. I breathe in – craving another wisp. Her lips part as she breathes out. The sound! The sound! Oh god, the sound! I surrender and embrace again; She stirs to drape an arm about me. A tear falls. She wakes. Her whisper is as quiet as her breath And she asks, why do you cry? I sigh. Because I am so deeply in love with you. |