Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Disgusted.

Here I sit, thinking about the dance of your wit
The strong of your back and the ripples of the muscles underlying.
You are strong and you are safe and you are
exactly what I thought I wanted.
But not now.
The time has come, I don't know what to say
the sex isn't stimulating,
your pheromones driving me back.
I used to lounge in your scent, 
love the way it surrounded me in a cast of warmth.
I lean forward now and my stomach churns,
I think of others there will be,
for we 
are no forever.
Maybe the end I have always known was coming
has arrived. Or maybe I'm just doing that thing
where I ruin the potential of magic.
Either way, 
I'm sure it's for the best. Now,
the hardest part is telling you.. again.

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