“Real”

So many times,
in many rhymes,
I discussed the sadness of love that is “fake”.

But not anymore.

It seems like just yesterday,
he and I lay.

He pushed the hair away from my face,
and held me in his embrace.

I could feel his fingertips
trace the curves of my hips
as he kissed me with his lips.

Our pleasure is shown,
in the intense ways me moan.

His eyes dig into my soul,
he makes me feel whole.

What else can I say?

I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel…

real.

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