Something Familiar

There is something familiar about her
Her smell
Her touch

Having her lying next to me
Her lips
Her breath

The way she moves
So automatic to my touch
So obedient to my words

I push forward to hold her
She pushes back with lust
We dance to the sounds of our own passion

There is something familiar about her
Her smell
Her touch

Our love long forgotten
Our souls separated
Our passion fading

There is something familiar about her
Her lips
Her breath

Breathing in my soul
Tied to my will
Lying next to me

There is something familiar…

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