Your deep breath in
and close of eyes
as I slowly slide
My hand in your hair;
there, you’re where
I want you.
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Regret Tastes Like
when I was a child, I discovered
that regret has a unique flavour.
indeed, it has more than one
and we all become connoisseurs
the more opportunities we get.
There’s an ease
in release
And I don’t mean fucking…
Or perhaps I do - in part
at least.