P-One Night of Love: Dear, one night was all we had. A night of bliss, of touch cuddles, fondles, and souls coming together as one. But the in our passion was tragedy for fate tore us apart, leaving wounds un-healing. Love, lust, desire and bonding is still here, nagging at me pushing me to share once more in ways no persons can stand. But we must stay apart. But in this is the tragedy you are there and I am here we know why we can not share more and it hurts, scars my soul, and dooms me to knowing you are there, I am here always as one, joined as one Never able to be one again. My bed it full but it is not you, I wish it was but you know why. Does not mean I can not fantasize, wish, want, and desire, but in this is the tragedy for it dims all around me makes all dull and grey. Going through the motions of living and caring. A walking dead person bleeding slowly through small wounds but deadly. Sapping the life from me My soul dead and dark knowing it can be full and alive once again but no hope is the answer and remedy. Night my love of a night and forever. Mike 2008
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 07:42:11 +0000
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