Friday, January 22, 2010

Second glass of wine

his warm hands wrap longing around her waist as he pulls her closer to his side for the slow dance that was never had

the sweet smell of her skin lingers and it is her desire that allows him to falter,
for a moment,
to stumble
forth and give into his own weakness's,
his demons that are captured now, here
in her breath in her words that crawl inside of him
to that place that is hidden from everyone
the wall crumbles to the floor as he feels the heat of her embrace and the world slips away

lonely hotel rooms,
the longing for his old life ,
the quiet nights at home

all leave his side and it is only her now that lays with him tonight.

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