Lost Loves
A Poem
from 
JoeUser Forums
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I miss melancholy,
her tender advances
tingling like fingers
drawn across my cheek.
I miss the pang of desire,
her hand circumnavigating
the perimeter of my thigh;
I miss pretending I am
out of control, my stash hidden
just beneath my brain stem.
I miss misery; what a shame
that lost loves do not remain,
but simply fade away.
her tender advances
tingling like fingers
drawn across my cheek.
I miss the pang of desire,
her hand circumnavigating
the perimeter of my thigh;
I miss pretending I am
out of control, my stash hidden
just beneath my brain stem.
I miss misery; what a shame
that lost loves do not remain,
but simply fade away.
