Running from L.O.V.E

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
wackin up one day and realizing that the face laying next to yours feels wrong

Submitted: September 22, 2010

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She is cold
Two big blankets wrapped around her
Warm hands twined around her stomach
Fingers daftly playing on her smooth skin
Hot breath fan her ear
But she is cold
So cold
He’s everywhere
As she loops her arms over his shoulders
His head thrown up in ecstasy
She sees the pain of his pleasure creased on his face
Sweat drips on her body
She stares up at him
Drips that she wants to wipe away
She turns her face away, feel another on her face
Shivers
He thinks its pleasure
“Sweetheart…you feel so good” he whisper
She is cold
So cold
Laying in his arms
Surrounded by his heat
His claim has not unfrozen her heart
But it has broken it
This tear, this tear that drips down to her nose
This saltiness she tastes on her lips
As she bites hard
Wanting this pain
Something to revive her feelings
Something to make her feel
She is cold
So cold
Tomorrow
Tomorrow he will wake up
And find her gone
Gone
She doesn’t know where
But gone, she will be


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