Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Poem, The Final Attempt

I taste your lips so hungrily

I hope you’d stay and rest.

Your head is nestled happily

between my luscious breasts.

Your eyes met mine with pity,

I felt your soul reach out.

My womb is baby-empty,

That’s all it is about.

I know that there’s still hope for me,

Let’s give ourselves a chance.

A final try is meant to be,

let’s waltz our final dance.

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