Your voice
Rich, warm and sensual
Holding promises
Visions of shared touch
Wrapping around me like a warm cape
Your laughter, fingers playing over my back
Mind pulling me in
Making me want things I had forgotten
But, there are unwritten rules
Lines not crossed
Honor not tarnished
You are taken
Wishing I could
Knowing better
Walking away before it is too late
Able to live with myself
Sleeping alone
Integrity to keep me warm
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2 comments:
we face so many situations like that...thinking what if...but sometimes walking away is the right thing to do.
you are right.....but the question still lingers.
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