Tonight
Tonight I dance to the rhythm of your absence,
locked within the busyness of my business,
Our sweet melodic harmony long gone
Floating freely in the wild west wind,
My feet taps but the cold floor echoes,
No treble voice heard,
A reminder:
of skin rubbing against skin,
of heart beating to the tempo of another,
of thighs shaking and soaked
With pleasures transcending above clouds...
Tonight I dance to the rhythm of your absence.
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