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Phero.moans causing fleeting fantasies
Bringing me to knee.
Choking on memory.
I'm praying you'll touch me with those eyes again someday.
And the sweat from my palms soak the silk of your thong
As it rests between my shaking hands
And this...
...This is the way I die.
With the scent of my own nervous perversions leaking from my guilt clogged
pores
Saturating into the fabrics you left (still warm)
Stapled to the letter hanging from the door
Saying simply, "Goodbye." and signed, "I hope you die."