Forlorn

On November 7, 2013 by Administrator

Leaning against the dresser,

neglected and forgotten;
my curves no longer alluring.
No arms reaching for me,

no fingers trembling to caress me.

Left alone, ignored, battered and bruised.

Craving contact – be it slow and gentle, or harsh and abrupt.
I can bring so much pleasure, yet stir so much pain.
And so, I remain silent,
in my dark, dusty corner,
yearning to weep.

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