GONE

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GONE

I woke up this morning with the scent of you on my mind.
My hands felt as if I had just had you in them.
my cheek tingled the way it does when our faces pull away
after brushing together and a gentle "hello, missed you" kiss
had been shared. I sat on the side of the bed with a grin on my face,
the same one I have when I have walked away from you
after spending quality time at brothers, Vito's, or whatever
playground you see fit to see me in. In the bathroom I look into the mirror and pause, looking at my neck and chest for marks you may have left just
to realize I have been asleep in a blissful dream that slowly
surfaces my mind as I awaken. I step in the shower and let the water pulsate on my back.
I set the shower nozzle on pulsate and pretend the water droplet
pulses are your fingers pressing into my back rhythmically
the way you have in person. My body starts to react, blood flows
and as the water hits, flows down and around my neck,

Trails down my chest and into my...lap. Now I have been awakened both in mind and body this is part of the purpose of the shower but not too clean….Right? J
I step out of the shower and towel dry my body,
drying it in the order that you would have if you were there.
I comb my hair, brush my teeth, and splash on the cologne
I know you prefer because this mental time I'm spending with you
is just between you and me. I pick out my clothes, dress pains... no, suit pants, shirt, then I pick out the tie I know you would love to glide your
finger down repeatedly. As I tie the knot I recall thoughts of you
and I in an office with me standing there in my suit and you
in a white blouse and skirt. Your body flattering the designer close

Like they do any and everything else you wear.

You have your hair up with a pencil holding it there

Where looking over your “smart glasses” with your finger

on the corner of your lip to catch the moisture cause by

anticipation while I I'm sitting… no leaning on the edge of the desk and you
coming in to take dictation.... long form! I imaging grabbing your hips
and pulling you in kissing you first slowly then fast and deep as if
your mouth were a succulent fruit being tasted for the first time...
oh... excuse me I got distracted....
I put the tie on and double check how I look.
Today I drove to work thinking about the guilty pleasures
we have shared and my day just gets better.
At least mentally because of you.....

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Tempy commented on GONE

12-08-2009

hehe the thought of someone can make us feel rather great and its the thought that gets us through the day

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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