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http://scruffy-duck.netSighs
Cannes kissed skin,
but not by me
I crave the chance
to touch and take in
those little sighs, stolen,
not belonging to me,
but to the man
on your arm when you leave,
kiss on his cheek
not on my lips.
Jealousy does not strike
I’m not really
the envious type,
just a dreamer with desires
sparked by skin and smiles
sad words in your soft voice,
my own sad sighs,
I know what I’m missing.
I’m a woman of easy attractions
encouraged by continued affection,
you always take the seat
next to mine
though I always offer,
just to be sure
the connection is continued
if only for two hours
every two weeks
and I sigh as we break apart.
r.l.w