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Shall I seek you out

Again, the object of my

lust and satiate my

wanting of your flesh

and caresses and

kisses marking our

borrowed time ours

and no one else’s?

Smile for me, though

I bear no resemblance

to the past and your

memories now

encumbered by

your emotionality

not caused by I but by

her.

I yearn for your touch

In the most secret of places

The way your fingers brush

Against my flesh, and your gazes

Which turn my knees to butter

Making me ache and shudder

Making me yearn for more.

I crave your touch

Calling flesh to flesh

Making me to all a grouch

Changing moods in a flash...

Crazy as it may seem

To be loved is my dream

And worthless I may be

I still come at too high a fee

You are blinded by love

That deceit and lies she wove

None the wiser, you didn’t know

None of her lovers did you treat as foe

You are stupid, same as I

Your attention something I vie

Yet you do not know nor realize

Til our time together I did maximize…

I watch you naked

in my visual memory

standing in your glory

and waiting to maketh

love to me.

Me.

Now I am ignored

unnoticed

a filthy rag used

discarded.

Me.

I’m beginning to clean

to launder, scrub

myself of memories

of you, raison de coeur

Pascal’s foolishness

to say that the heart has

its reasons, bah!

Me.

Yes me, I will fight back

Not in your way but

Mine.

And finally be free

Of you.

Me.