His sensual touch on her lips
An intoxicating one, that
Arrested her breath, slurred her words
No drug could come close.
It was love and lust.
What is one without the other?
Like flesh and blood, one derives
Drive from the other.
His sinews tightened, breathing hard
She shut her eyes to the nights she lied to herself
She broke, she cried and rehabilitated
Inside walls of make believe.
But not tonight.
All her youthful years that passed
The beauty life robbed her of
Piecemeal. Inch by inch. Surely.
How she was wasted. Ruthlessly.
Waiting and disarmed.
But not tonight.
She wished she had never met him
And lived to know
That he touched her like no man had
And no man could ever again.
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