Imperfection

I imagine making love to her in my mind,

I remember her face;

the passion,

the desire,

the ecstasy,

the peace;

lips sucking,

round, hard, firm,

slow and soft,

bouncing, undulating,

warm and moist,

sliding, up, down,

taking every inch,

every centimeter,

wanting more;

I’m not ready to let go,

not ready for forgotten memories;

but;

this moment fades like morning mist;

she pretends it doesn’t matter,

saying this love

goes beyond bodies

of mere flesh,

and I wonder

if I am strong enough

to care for such a love,

worthy to be loved by someone such as this,

remembering love tossed aside,

not sure I deserve two in one lifetime,

so I continue to try,

waiting for a tomorrow

that holds no promise;

searching for perfect love

inside an imperfect world.

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