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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