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By recluse Date: 2002 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.03.06.34.16067]] |
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starts in deep of night with a phone call "i want you" she whispers "where?" is my calm reply though my stomach roils in want my blood boils with need "my place ... now" she reply's "and of him?" i always ask for yet i always know he will not be not in the time for us to meet as is she who is with me... this is not love i think between us though i hunger for her body as she hungers for mine too many to be hurt by our passion i know this to my bones will i stop i always wonder can i ? i always reply... |