Poetry

Dry

I remember the way
Your fingers felt on my lips
How they tasted on my tongue
How they crept down my skin
I was moist from both me and you
It was sensual, scintillating…
Now I am dry, barren inside and out
All I feel is the cool air
And hear your name on the wind

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