Do they ever really leave us?

A song plays,

a passing query,

and suddenly,

echoes of his hot whispered promises,

swirl through my mind,

like errant dust devils.

I close my eyes,

the blindfold slithers into place,

I feel his tantalizing touch,

his spicy slap,

his hot, devouring kiss…

Lost Loves.

Do they ever really leave us?

Only as a shadow fades at dusk.


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