Haunted
By George Baker
What can I say? She reminded me of my wife.
Same eyes
Same hair
A twist of Russian in her accent
The haunted disgust of a discarded husband
Lingering in her eyes
Every time we made love
Every time I pressed her to the sheets
And left her sweating,
Panting
Fulfilled.
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Life is too short to commit to anything.
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Non-inspirational love poetry and romance fiction
Sunday, January 9, 2011
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