liberatedpen

Coffee long forgotten on the window sill

Arms draped across shy skin

I wish I had the force of will

To stop at one, but I'll never win.

Who loses in a race against lust?

You or me or both- and when?

I think we fall because we must;

Lie down to get back up again.

But still I hide my face in shame

Every time your memory rocks my brain

With scenes better left unseen

By everyone caught in between.