I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn’t care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn’t care, because none of them would ever own him - own any larger piece of him than I now did.
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time.
Your erotic,
A memoir of pleasure.
Caress the streets as through they held the touch of mink,
Leaving only trails of stardust.
Your eyes could Pierce hearts, leaving eternal scars of that moment,
Moments so bittersweet they linger upon the tastebuds of those who dare glance.
You, Stain eyes with curiosity
I dare not blink.