One Time Lover   

                                by Lesley Stanley

He bit the corner of his bottom lip.

His dark eyes focused beyond the present

possessed with a vision that was not.

The feeling was back

somewhere inside stabbing at my ribs

and upon my fingers, involuntary shaking.

I could only smirk.

I understood his tongue when he said

…come closer.

I felt his craving

for me; it was heard in his breath.

It was all familiar

but today,

I let him pull out the elastic band

that held my hair.

Use his hands to

finger the hem of my shirt

pull off my socks

grasp my neck

 

I would hate him tomorrow

after I followed him into the blackness

of his comforter.

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