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I've missed his touch

i missed him, my muse
my handsome, sexy muse
he left me all alone
to dwell in silence
my brain was numb
my fingers raw
from all the torn papers
shredded one by one
words that did not matter
i walked the halls of sadness
lonely and distraught
i called out to him

i knew he was back
feeling the touch of his lips
brushing my ear gently
i sat in stillness
waiting, my heart pounding
standing behind me
his hot breath on my neck
whispering sweet nothings
in my ear
daring me
tempting me
to write the words
in my heart

as he presses closer
the words flow
his massive arms
wrapped around me
his huge hand
covering my small fingers
the heat radiates
throughout my body
his soul and my soul
become one
the words dance in my head

i cry as i am writing
feeling the pain
that is in my words
feeling the torment
love and passion
that has brought me to this place
without my muse
i am no one,
a poet without any words
sadness fills me
at the thought that someday
he will not return
and leave me with empty
sheets of paper floating
in the cold night air
as i shiver and hide
from life

i’ve missed his touch

I've missed his touch

Sally Omar

Joined January 2008

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