Surviving your evenings

The evening forces me to re-live my suffering
​The winds outside my window hides my said prayers....
​The dark of my bedroom gives my loneliness peace.
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Your cologne taunts my innocent pillow resting beside my chaos. Understanding chimes sings this insomniac to memoir. Memories are forced to bed emotions on the sub of my conscience. Bedfellows being memory and anguish collide upon caramelized skin tasting sweet forebodings approach. Let the torment begin... ​Your aptitude & expertise stains the sheer that shrouds my senses ...
Your shirt gnaws at my breasts as I lay lone and defeated.

​My loss of mind traces the curves of your touches
​My hand glides in your absence.....
​My mouth opens recalling the taste of your false words > ​
I fail once more to disobedient arousal's dominance attempted upon leathered sheathing. I dance with your ghost against my rhythmic palm.
​​Ankles cornered giving ease to longitudes audience. I vault, shoulders pillar exertions repeating stamina. Loss of self tones and gasps in deeper currents. Find your laureled boasts gushing from ravines cliffs and there I find you shimmering on the tips of my fingers

See me pathetic in my own addiction of you.
See me survive desperations molested poetry in this vile bed of savagery and regret I abuse.
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