Caresses

On By Perpetually Past DueIn Personal, Poetry, Writing

We met with an earnest urgency
and each time our lips touched, a
little more of our time
slipped away.

It wasn’t
Lust, but
it was carnal.

It wasn’t
Love, but
it was splendor.

It was
fleeting, but
it was worth it.

by Erik Shinker

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