Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Regrets

The secret kiss I left on her neck

Very little of her perfume was left after our night

Just a taste of warmth and salt

I cared so deeply

And cried softly

I knew there wasn't time for me to stay

Her body craddle up in a tangle of cotton sheets and dreamed future

The curve of her neck was where I left my sorrowful kiss

Then to the night I took my leave

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