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Afterglow

You were magnificent last night.

Your lips still burn something sensational inside of me as I think back. Your scent was impervious, as it swung itself around the room glistening in all its glory, and seeping through my soul with its devious claws that tempted me for more. I could not help myself. I still can't. You are stupendous. Mountain moving, knee shaking, ball breaking-ly marvelous.

I sit and ponder about the beautiful atrocities we committed. The primitive deeds that satiated our souls and broke our bewitched hearts. That moment last night is what some refer to as splendor.

But as I dream of a second coming, and an opportunity to once again peel back your personality and indulge in everything physical, I feel a broken frequency emanating from the distance.

You have already sought refuge in someone else. You have already moved past the moment that shaped my entire being. The colossal confrontation which I deemed so meaningful to the measly existence I call life, has been disregarded by the one that has created it. You have already found a new lover. How long until the blade sinks deep into the crevices of their lungs and you too take their oxygen and fester the sadness that my heart has begun to feel.