between my legs
your hand is felt,
however,
it was your mouth
I preferred...between your legs
I reciprocate,
hoping,
to entice you into
spending the night;
between our lives,
responsibilities exist,
realities,
leaving us longing for
what we cannot have;
between our bodies
a curtain falls,
and we must change clothes
for our last scene.
12Jan14
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