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My Only Memory Of You
Now you are gone
And I remember nothing from you-
Except for our nights filled with lust-
Filled with passion...
Perhaps all other memory has been swallowed into the emptiness-
From when our romance became a void-
Swallowing all sentiment...
I remember as I kissed you all over-
My breath ignited the fire,
Which lay dormant,
Inside your heart turned cold...
The silk of your naked skin,
Has burnt its mark-
As I gently caressed you all over
And I felt the fire's of your lust,
Drive me in my passion-
As your lust sought to overcome you-
With every electric charge I'd send through your body...
We would make love
And our flesh-
Our very beings would melt together,
In our flames-
Together we would dance
And sing-
In the silent depths of the night-
From dusk's twilight-
Till the light of sunrise...
For I while I could say that you were mine-
I once had you in my grasp-
My once beloved-
You were the most difficult to conquer-
I know that I loved you once-
Even when your love became lust-
But all that remains now,
Is the memory of when we were as one once-
My body on yours-
Together,
We merged in our flames once-
But fate tore us apart...
Now you are gone-
But those memories haunt me in my dreams-
Burnt into my subconscious-
Only in those moments I thought I felt your love-
Albeit it was only your lust-
You succumbed to your lust-
Steamy,
Violent silhouettes-
Breathless screams
And the sting of your nails on my skin-
The sheer bliss as we were consumed in the flames,
Of our desires-
Haunting me in my dreams...
I remember how once-
Only you could set me free-
Yet I remember nothing else-
Albeit I can say that I loved once
And I can say that I made love once...
poem
by
Philip Alarie
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