Darkness. . .


woman smelling roses

Darkness. . .
  decending on my soul.
 Will it ever see light again?
 Or. . .
 will it be ever shrouded in
   black? . . .
As the night,
  flashes of white 
   as moonlight hits flesh. . . 
        touching, 
          becoming one.
        breathing,
          harsh and hard.
        lips, 
          melding. . .
        trying to gain the breath 
         of the other. . .
   . . .giving,
          everything.
   . . .feeling,
          so much, too much, too fast. . .
   over, ended,
           finished. . .
   . . .I wish my life was.

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