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If I’d never had you before
I wouldn’t know what I was missing.
But, I have...
And nothing,
I mean nothing,
is the same.
Your hand,
possessing the finger
that promises so much
with a simple stroke
down the middle of my spine
landing at the small curve of my back.
As I arch and moan,
you smile.
Knowing I would react this way,
because history repeats itself
and you and I have a history
that willingly repeats over,
and over, and over again.
Never getting enough
Never getting old
Never tiring of each other
Insatiable....
The ebb and flow
Sometimes fast, most times slow
Rising and falling like the ocean
Storms building
with every new motion
Culminating in a Category 5
Breathing, heaving, panting
until the storm subsides
and all is quiet again.
And your hand, possessing that one finger
that started it all,
is securely wrapped around my body
as I lay sleeping.