• Drowning

    Fingertips moving across my skin,
    a shakey breath is sucked in.
    Warm breath misting slightly parted lips,
    my chest arches and theres a curl to my hips.

    Behind loosely closed lids my eyes flicker,
    I take a deep breath but it doesn't stop the shiver.
    Large fingertips flow down my hair,
    reminding me that I am bare.

    I was drowning,
    drowning in exstacy,
    drowning in love,
    drowning in him,
    and I didn't want to come up for air for a moment.

    A fire entered me,
    my heart swelled with exstacy.
    Arms wrapped around me,
    I moaned out, eyes wide but unable to see.

    A face buried in my neck snuggly,
    nuzzling and bringing warmth happily.
    A kiss closed my mouth gently,
    my breath calming and my hips lowering softly.

    I had been drowning,
    drowning in exstacy,
    drowning in love,
    drowning in him,
    drowning in him,
    but never again.

    I had given it all time and again.
    my heart and soul,
    and every time I barely got time to mend
    before he came back and I lost control

    This would be the last goodbye,
    and I would not let him see me cry.
    I would crumble alone in the sheets a mess
    as he watched his love walk to him in that white dress.