13 September 2012
~Warning: A bit rude~
A goodbye, bittersweet, Of having and not having, The loss felt more Strongly with each Shared heartbeat, But the farewell made More bearable by The last declaration Of us, through a night Of shared love and lust. I close my eyes and I can still taste your lips, Feel their presence Against mine, The jolt inside, butterflies, At every touch, kiss, smile, The yearning, almost painful, For your tongue to slide Into my desperate mouth, For your teeth to tease And gently nip My moistened bottom lip, I can smell your skin, Your hair, the leather Of your worn and battered Jacket; smells like home. I close my eyes and feel The dimples, imprints of Your fingers pressed Warm and soft, yet Firm and meaningful Against my body, The way you roll us Over, throw me down When desire overtakes you And playfulness turns Into the serious business Of pleasure. And I hunger for more Than a kiss or the brush If your fingertips, hot On my flesh; I want The weight of your Body bearing down On mine, to look In those green, Wild and insatiable eyes, As you make me yours Once again, one last time, You kiss away all Memory of pain, Turn it all to stars And bright lights, A glimpse of my Nearly-future life, As a moan and sigh Escape my parted lips, Euphoria and bliss, Ecstasy repeated over And over, for my Ill-concealed pleasure, Each day that passes Wills me to want you More than ever. And so I wish, harder than Anything before or Since that you Remember every Joyful second of our Goodbye, bittersweet As it is.
A Goodbye, Bittersweet • Opuss № I