Leaving

Wrinkled sheet

Sleepless night

Fires lit

 

She girts her teeth

Feels his breath on her breast

faces her palms on his hip

 

She softly whispers

The closer they got

The more she wants it

Out of him

 

He pulls her in

Rests his lips on her chin

Messes around her dress

 

He softly whispers

It’s better that they drift apart

Afar, they’d better be

 

She kisses his ears

Tears away his shirt

And bursts in fears

 

He softly whispers

as much as the warmth

surrounds, and pounds their lust

 

He starts to wonder who they are

 

Hushes collide

He decides, he’d rather

die

than flee from reality

 

The closer they got

The more he could

Burst in distress

 

Ripping sheet

Vanishing the night

Frozen fire

 

He’d rather die

than meet in dreams

, and flee from reality

 

He softly whispers,

Let’s not meet,

and leave our dream.

Jidapachu,

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