This Woman, This Week

Drifting smoke, this woman, this week,

she came gladly for things good, bad, unknown.

Spent time, thoughts, memories shared,

searing into heart, mind, soul.

Burning desire, growing thirst, for her,

greedy for more time, laughter, closeness.

Hidden fear, limited, and limitless,

of lost chances to know, see, feel.

Flickering eyes, flashing, dark fire,

a beautiful eternity hiding deep, remote, endless.

Aching lips, tongues probing, searching,

finding a magic heat, wetness, longing.

Swirling confusion, contradictions, anxieties,

sweet pain of loves past, present, future.

Yearning bodies, dancing slow, raging hormones,

soft scent of cheek, hand, throat.

Gentle touch, light caress, salt taste,

drinking deep her passion, desire, lust.

Sweet moistness, fueling, quenching desire.

and still a faint hunger, greed, wanting.

Bedroom talks, listening, mind unfolding,

soul afire with varied thoughts, ideas, emotions.

This Woman, daughter, sweet mother,

creator of boundless hopes, dreams, aspirations.

Weeks end, departure, no goodbyes,

only shattered bits of time, thoughts, memories.

Drifting smoke, this woman, this week,

she left sadly for things good, bad, unknown.

Rusty Algren

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