BIM (5-30-76 / Tennessee)

Torn

Time eludes me as I look around a beautiful empty room.
A wonderful place I call home.
The reflections of lights calling me home
securing me to feel safe and warm.
Your presence lingers like a beautiful disaster.
Bringing me back to the scene haunting my every breath.
Longing to be free of the chains you have bound me in..
As longing for our loins to grind again in a beautiful symphony of sweat and tears.
Feeling your heartbeat next to mine and the warmth of your breath in my ear.
This aching in my heart, this overwhelming fear.
Torn as to which way my heart says for me as the temptation of needs and wants takes over me.
It is vital I make the right decision.

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