Here in this darkened place alone with my thoughts
and the coppery taste of regret on my tongue
I remember the last time I held your body
when the slickness of desire coated everything but our trust.
your hands on my skin, rough and insistent,
my teeth on your flesh, sharp and tearing
and everything was real for just a moment
time stood still and the world was mine.
But you never were.
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