Chronicles of lust 

  One for the road

One for our love

One for a dance

Our last chance

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lines in glass

a connoisseur

of lust

the curves

we trust

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yesterday

staring
out the window
the morning breeze
gently
playing with the oak tree leaves
my mind wanders
to yesterday
when, I still thought
you were going to stay

I came home
from a long day
you were standing there
the setting sun
a halo
behind your head

your bags packed
ready to go
yet,
you waited
to tell me;
you love me so

staring at the oak tree
birds happily chirping

yesterday
everything
was still ok

Goodbye

saying good bye,
is never easy

after more than a year
of waiting
of hoping
of waiting
of crying
of waiting
of dying
in silence

to be called upon
when your sexual need
exceed
breaking point

happily I obliged
I enthusiastically
partake
in every fantasy
you wish to fabricate

I trusted you
in every thing you

I believed you
when you said
you will never ever hurt me

and yet,
you do

every silent
confirmation
an affirmation
of how foolish
I am

to love a man like you.

I can not do this anymore
waiting for you
never knowing if what you say is true

little things
like;
tomorrow (which never comes)
everyday we’ll celebrate your birthday (once)
you are special to me (when you want sex)
my arms are made for you (to drop me in the mud)
I love my curvy girl (when it suits you and all the others too)
when is you birthday? (why the lies?)

tears in my eyes
knowing
there will never
be another you

but maybe
just maybe
there is somebody
that loves me true
not letting me
feel unloved and blue

goodbye, my love
may your snuggles be loving
your love be true
may you find whatever you are looking for

my love
Goodbye.