Time slides past
Change happens
Softness of your skin
The sense of your touch
I miss you dearly
And still
Don’t know why
My sense says stay
When you told me go
It took a long time to develop
The touch that you need to feel
Tantric illuminations
Flowing energy of bliss
Not any longer
Spigot turned off
… and you cannot play
That card again
No longer in your hand
The shift was made
We are now done
I cannot fathom here
Without your tender voice
There is another
Waiting sweetly
For when I get over you
2011 lemme howdt
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