Affairs of a Senseless Heart

 

 

Soft

was the way his silky full lips, guiding across my mouth , still smell

 as the blood beneath my skin moved rhythmically to the erratic beating of his heart.

 

Sweet

Was the way his gentle hands surrounding me, still feel

 as he slid them down the length of my back and around the small of my waist.

 

Silent

Was how amicably innocent the whispers of his disabling obsession of unwavering admiration still taste

as they echoed off the black curtain of every night.

 

Beautiful

Was how amazingly angelic his body still sound

as he held ever so lightly to a soul, forever wrapped tightly within his arms.

 

Fresh

 Was just how deliciously mouth watering the scent of his clone still appears

as it lingering just above my eyes.

 

 Even after all these cold and lonely years

Somehow this void and senseless heart of mine

 Will forever long to be haunted by the very essences of

every touch, taste, sound, sight and smell that is his faded soul.     

 

 

by easyrivers