Parting Of Ways

Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t feel it,
The sparks from our first kiss,
It lasted for a lifetime and ended too soon.

The fire from our embrace,
That burned the whole night with warmth.

The steam from our love,
Our entangled bodies radiated like the sun.

The sweet sensation of our words,
Mutual musings of two fools falling.

Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t feel it.
Don’t you dare tell me there will be others.
Don’t you dare tell me there was nothing to begin with!
Don’t you dare!
Don’t you dare!

It was there, I felt it!
All of me and all of you,
We were dancing the dance of authentic love!
The sound of it, rang like church bells on Sunday!
The warmth of it, hotter than the sun of the desert!
The taste of it, full! Louder than raw chilies!
The feel of it, intense, raging live wires!

Don’t you dare! ! ! Don’t you dare! ! !
It was real! ! ! It was so damn real! ! !
How could you have not felt it! ! !
HOW! ! !

DON’T YOU DARE!
Don’t you dare!
Don’t you dare...

by Warren Augustus de Guzman

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Comments (3)

Warren oh to be young again, i forgot about young love, i get my heat from a bowl of chillies, you get it elsewhere, which is healthy a good attempt at trying to communicate with a young woman I just have a whiskey and dream Kind regards AJS
I liked it. Really got the anguish through. Good work.
....whole night with warmth....posibly replace warmth with vengeance or whatever? Just a thought H