I thought I was your only one,
Your first, your last, your everyone.
The one who made your breathing still,
The warm embrace that fought your chill.
The one that made your eyes ignite,
From every whispered word I spoke.
The one who made your fire burn bright,
I fed your heat and inhaled the smoke.
The one with moistened full red lips,
That trailed from foot to finger tips.
The one you kissed in such a way,
That all was lost, amidst the play.
The one that made you drown in lust,
Open, bare, in you I trust.
You took my all and so much more.
Then broke apart within my core.
That one that took you from my bed,
Will she bear witness to what I said?
When I thought I was your only one,
Your first, your last, your everyone.
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Beautiful Helen you capture the pain of a lost love so well.
Thank you, my imagination always tends to veer towards heartache, not sure why, lol 🙂
You’re one hell of a poetess. I reckon you’d be good to write with 😉
Hey, now there’s an idea 🙂
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Beautiful poem, which will resonate with the vast majority, I suspect.
Thank you 🙂
Always a pleasure Helen. Helen & Richard has a ring to it awaiting with baited breath.
Chris.
Thank you. Watch this space, lol 😉
Ah Ha.
Beautiful 🙂
I love this one Helen x
Thanks Amy 😉