My story too

My story too

As I sit here again right next to you
and look up and down at your beautiful
body, the ink starts to flow freely filling
up my Poets pen causing a slight swelling
as it is pumped from a loving heart that 
still and always will remember you as my 
now awakening soul wonders to itself as 
it senses the familiar scent of another that 
it once held ever lovingly close in its arms 
then searching now for what seems like
 forever for the love and happiness that 
it used to know but since lost in a world of 
deep emotional scars from others who never 
could let them be for their own selfish needs 
as the memories start playing like a broken
movie reel repeating the same scenes constantly 
from one night of desperately wanted and 
very much needed passionate love, when the bed
was soaked in your orgasmic sweat back in
a desperate time when two broken souls
who was so very lonely met filled with sorrow 
and regrets both needing each other and left 
all alone together yearning the touch of
another while reaching out they held each other
close as they gently swayed to the sounds 
of music that was made by the rhythm of their 
own bodies as they started becoming one 
looking deeply into each other's eyes while they 
danced to and fro across the clear midnight skies
with the full moon shining so very brightly
upon them both amongst all the shooting 
stars falling all around them like time had frozen
only just for them as if they were the only two 
lovers left in a cold cruel empty world while 
even today I do believe that If every wish i ever 
wished had come true then you and I would still 
be holding each other together as if forever now 
lived deep inside of us to use anytime that we 
wanted yet only meant for me and you then all
 of the once upon a time that was ever followed 
by a happily ever after that begins and ends in 
every dream that has been told of and fairy tales 
ever read from would be the end of my life's story 

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A Poet's Journey


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