What Remains
Strip away my responsibility
The senseless nature of keen affection
It plays on our attitude and makes us blind
Our thoughts remain unfettered
Stuck against sheets we never knew
Clinging to bodies we could only have dreamt
Then, you are the only one left
Stripped of decency as you lay down the dress
Passing your fingers just-so along your dew breasts
The kiss pressing us further into forever
Our motion guides us towards winds both east and west
Like children, we suffer for just one more moment this time
bjmorga
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