intoxicated
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ever the Gentleman
you grabbed me by the hair
and took me to That Place
Locked away and Scared
you Threw me on the bed
bound my arms and legs
and forced yourself Inside.
Our arms sheathed each other's backs
Needing hearts beating
Anticipating the touch of her lips
Becoming nervous
yearning her sober kiss
How I've got here, don't query
Nor contrite
Since you've been gone, I look for you in every face. I collect pieces of you in the notes of your favorite song. I close my eyes and make out the outline of your face and I make love to your memory.