March 6, 2010
By Daniela Peguero BRONZE, Weston, Florida
Daniela Peguero BRONZE, Weston, Florida
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My soul aches as it lies crouched in fetal position drowning in it’s own tears.

No longer able to think, move, breathe.

Why won’t you rescue me? Only you can move me!

I’ve wandered aimlessly to find where you may be.

I lie helpless, weak, crippled.

You abandoned me.

I close my eyes and imagine a scene.

All I WANT is to be with you.

I crave to caress your soft lips with mine; to have you gently stroke me with your fingertips, light enough so I can feel a chill run through me to reassure me that it’s real.

I want to feel my blood rush through my veins every time you touch me.

I want to see you naked, bare, raw.

Have my body lie nicely on top of yours and feel your heart pound against mine.

I want to feel your breath on my neck.

I want your soul to hold mine. Feel the connection as they intertwine.

Our bodies move together in sync.

You gently move my hair out of my face and kiss me everywhere but my lips. I thirst for yours.

I run my hands through your hair as I gain comfort that you are finally with me.

I open my eyes and shatter the dream.

I’ve crashed into my reality only to see I’m lonely.

You left me!

I understand that space is what you need but you had promised that you would never leave.

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