Author’s Note: I don’t usually write poems. I am pretty sure I’m not very good at them. I’ve never really had a good hand with them, but I was sitting in my car and it came to me.

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I can hear them,
His sweet words and promises,
Love swelling over me, enveloping me,
I close my eyes.

I can smell it,
The musk of his cologne,
Arms wrapped tightly as I rest against his chest,
I close my eyes.

I can taste him,
His tongue gently dancing with mine,
Sweet and innocent, the first meeting of trembling lips,
I close my eyes.

I can feel them,
Hands slow and deliberate,
Strokes spurring me, edging toward shuddering release,
I close my eyes.

I can see him,
His back turned, walking away,
Heart broken and heavy as tears fight through,
I close my eyes.