soft thighs,
my thighs.
Excitable words are all I have of you.
Heated and devouring.
Control and controlled,
the binary so close to synthesis the harder I loved you.
More you begged.
Pleaded.
Past tense is all I have left of you.
Pulling turned into aching,
Begging turned into resentment.
Your more turned into less.
You have become nothing, and that's all I have left of you.
Whether it's for a night or a lifetime, a beautifully expressed farewell.
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