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The Arrangement
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2006 Poetry 
Brushing her hair at the end of day,
she thinks of him with ardent passion.
Remembering his touch upon her flesh,
sensations making her still quiver inside.
Embraces that lasted a few short hours,
though she wished they continued still.
Heated trembles she wished were still,
for how could she sleep at end of day.
Thoughts of him will linger for hours,
burning tenderly within her passion.
Feelings like this never before felt inside,
warm little tingles danced on her flesh.
Perspiration dried and left on her flesh,
his masculine scent on her still.
Oh how she wished he was still inside,
never wanting to see this end of day.
Rose colored hues of unbridled passion,
saturating her thoughts for hours and hours.
She must awake in just a few short hours,
can't come to the table with him on her flesh.
Secrets kept about this forbidden passion,
for quite some time and must remain still.
She's loved him since her wedding day,
though he was not the one standing inside.
There was no love for the man who stood inside,
her wedding night lasting for too many hours.
This was arranged from the very first day,
with her treated just like another piece of flesh.
She was expected to go through with it still,
the result of her family's misguided passion.
Her feelings for him faked as was her passion,
with emptiness and frustration left inside.
Her heart cold within her breast and left still.
She had to find ways to pass the hours,
till she could again touch her lover's flesh.
This was the facade she had to live each day.
Till the day she couldn't control her passion,
her flesh crawled with the thought of him inside.
Killing her husband then waiting for hours cold and still.
