The Bed

Filled with half baked passion

Clutching the sheet, moaning in pain

I stirred feebly, wanting him to stop

As he left me lying on the bed

My eyes followed him

Till his shadows departed

Jeered at my pain from a distance

As he left me lying on the bed

Burning passion condensed

Trickled down like droplets

Like a shadow I move, drenched in my own emotion

As he left me lying on the bed

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