Old flame





Was it him?
My god yes
Nervously hands
Straightened dress
Been so long
Looked so good
Would he think the same
Hoped he would

In his eyes
Saw the look
Could always read him
Like a book
Nervous kiss
Nervous talk
An eat some drink
Take a walk

Before long stop
Gentle kiss
Then harder
My god I’ve missed this
Thirty years
Like thirty days
Rushing back
To where he stays

They both strip bare
Fingers run
Through greying hair
Slides down
Takes him through her lips
Works him
As he moves his hips

Entering now
She sees his eyes
The want for her
Room fills with cries
And as they come
All those years
With one night
Pain disappears

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