
Focus, the cool air brushing my warmed skin.
Breathe out, don't allow yourself to think.
Moaning with fulfillment, it feels much better to extend.
I drive away contemplations of her face — those shining eyes,
shimmering considerations, making my heart skip.
Focus, she doesn't merit your commitment.
Breathe out. I nearly feel her hand, delicate and warm, squeezing into mine.
I hear her giggling.
Focus. The sound bobs around my hurting heart,
stunning in the quiet, she left.
Breathe out. I'm sinking once again into needing, requiring, and hurting for her.
Focus.
Breathe out.
The hints of her groans, crude and genuine, make me exuberantly pleased.
My body answers the memory, throbbing and ascending for more.
Simply keep relaxing.
Cut off from her,
taken by another person,
enclosed by disillusionment.
I never had a potential for success.


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