Nothing But Moments
Naked and alone without him,
will it always be this way?
Maybe it is too soon to know,
too soon to tell where it will go.
It can't all be love at first sight
or end in the crying of tears.
Sometimes it is what it is,
nothing but moments passed.
Brief memories of pleasure,
seconds that are precious,
relived when needing to feel
a connection to someone.
Driven by compulsions
to have another, like a
fragrance in the wind
it refreshs ones soul,
breathing life into a heart
that needs to beat faster,
if only for minutes, to feel
alive and wanted again.
© 8 days ago, Sharon adult poems
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